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Motel Fever
๐—™๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ: ๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ช๐—ผ๐—น๐—ณ
๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด: ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐—ถ ๐˜… ๐—™๐—ฒ๐—บ!๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ
๐—ช๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐˜€: ๐Ÿฏ.๐Ÿญ๐—ธ
๐—ช๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€: ๐—ก๐—ฆ๐—™๐—ช! ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—น (๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—บ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด), ๐—ฝ๐—ป๐˜ƒ, ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜…, ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€
๐—ข๐—ป ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜: ๐—ฆ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ฝ ๐—ข๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ข๐—ณ ๐—œ๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—”๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐— ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐˜†๐˜€
โ†ป โ— II โ–ท โ†บ
๐—”/๐—ก: ๐—œ ๐—ท๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜„ ๐——๐˜†๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ปโ€™๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ป๐—ผ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฒ. ๐—œ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€, ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ด! ๐—–๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ธ (๐—ฌ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ต ๐˜๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ๐˜€!) ๐— ๐˜† ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ. ๐—ก๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป. ๐—Ÿ๐˜‚๐˜ƒ ๐˜†๐—ฎ!!
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๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ณ!
โ€œYouโ€™ve got to be kidding me.โ€ I groan from beside Allison, taking a look at the disaster coach calls a motel.
โ€œIโ€™ve seen worse.โ€ Scott says, and I scoff. โ€œWhere have you see worse?โ€ Stiles replies, rolling his eyes. I pull my jacket closer to my body, trying to shield myself from the wind the storm brings.
The track team circles up as Coach speaks up. โ€œListen up! The meetโ€™s been pushed til tomorrow.โ€ Thereโ€™s a groan that comes from just about all of us in unison at that. โ€œThis is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch ofโ€ฆdegenerates like yourselves. Youโ€™ll be pairing up, choose wisely.โ€
Me and Allison walk up and grab a key from Coach, checking out the number and practically stomping to our room. Scott and Stiles close behind us.
โ€œAnd Iโ€™ll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants, got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!โ€ Coach shouts as everyone makes their way to their rooms for the night.
โ€œI canโ€™t believe this. How much you wanna bet we wake up to a cancelled track meet tomorrow.โ€ I complain, approaching our motel room, which is oh so conveniently right next to Scott and Stilesโ€™ ๐˜–๐˜ฉ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต.
I stop at the door, waiting for Allison to unlock it, but sheโ€™s taking her sweet time chatting it up with Scott. Stiles whips past me, brushing my shoulder.
โ€œHey Stiles, will you and Scott do me a favor and keep the moans down tonight. I would rather not listen to you two get in on while I get my beauty sleep.โ€ I taunt him, leaning against the door, burning time while I wait for Allison.
Stiles halts his actions of unlocking his door to turn to me, โ€œDidnโ€™t you hear the coach, Y/N? โ€˜๐˜•๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด.โ€™ Or is that word too big for you? Need me to dumb it down?โ€ He jabs and I scoff in his face.
โ€œOh I heard him all right. I just wonder if you did.โ€ I counter, watching as he scoffs, tongue poking out to glide over his teeth.
โ€œWeโ€™ll be quiet, Y/N/N. Besides, I donโ€™t want to interrupt your beauty sleep; God knows you need it.โ€ He says, and before I can come up with a comeback, Allison is coming up behind me and unlocking our door.
Scott passes us both and bypasses Stiles into their room, โ€œSleep tight, Y/N.โ€ Stiles sneers before disappearing behind Scott.
I join Allison in our room, shutting and locking the door behind me. โ€œI hope you donโ€™t kick in your sleep, or someoneโ€™s gonna sleep on the floor tonight and it wonโ€™t be me.โ€ I say, looking at the single bed in the middle of the dreary room.
โ€œAbout thatโ€ฆโ€ Allison says, her face already completely giving away what sheโ€™s about to tell me.
โ€œAllison,โ€ I warn her, and she trots in front of me with pleading eyes. โ€œWould you do me a huge, huge favor and switch with Scott tonight?โ€ She begs, and Iโ€™m completely and utterly in shock.
โ€œYou cannot be serious. You want me, to share a room, a ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, with ๐˜š๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด?!โ€ I try to wrap my head around the idea of having to survive a night with Stiles Stilinski. Yeah right, ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ.
โ€œYeah, no, no way in hell!โ€ I shout, hands flailing in the air. โ€œHave you even met me?!โ€ I ask, baffled that sheโ€™d even think that Iโ€™d ever agree to such a thing. โ€œI mean? have you even met Stiles?! I canโ€™t stand him for more than a few seconds, let alone hours!โ€ I exclaim.
โ€œThen donโ€™t stand him, sit on him instead.โ€ Allison says, the tone in her voice suggestive. I scoff, โ€œYeah right, me and Stiles? Never in a million years.โ€ I say, the idea completely out of the question.
โ€œOh come on, Y/N! You could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife! You guys just need to fuck and make up.โ€ Allison tries to convince me, and Iโ€™m trying to deny the pit in my stomach that tells me she might be right.
โ€œAllison youโ€™re crazy. Thereโ€™s no tension between Stiles and I.โ€ I answer, rolling my eyes. โ€œOh please, Y/N! Please, please, pleaseeeee!โ€ She begs, not backing down.
I groan out, โ€œAlright! Alright! But you owe me big time for this.โ€ I finally give in, and Allison pounces onto me to give me a tight hug.
โ€œY/N you wonโ€™t regret this, Iโ€™m texting Scott now.โ€ She says giddily, and I change into my pajamas while we wait for Scott.
After a few minutes, thereโ€™s a knock at our door, and I open it to reveal a just-as-giddy Scott McCall. โ€œY/N,โ€ He greets me with a tight lipped smile. โ€œScott.โ€ I answer, brushing passed him and out the door.
Itโ€™s dark, rainy, and cold outside. I stand in front of Stilesโ€™ motel room, shivering in my pajama shorts and matching t-shirt. I knock. No answer. I knock again. Still nothing.
โ€œStiles I know this isnโ€™t the most pleasant arrangement but itโ€™s freezing outside, please let me in.โ€ I plead, my teeth chattering. Still nothing. Nothing but the howling of the wind and the drops of rain.
I sigh, sliding my back down against the door, sitting down on the cold cement. I pull my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around myself as I shiver.
Then suddenly, the door is pulled open without warning and I look up to see a half naked Stiles. โ€œWhatโ€™re you doing?โ€ He asks, looking down at me as I scurry up and onto my feet. โ€œWaiting for you to let me in, dumbass. Itโ€™s cold out here.โ€ I chatter, pushing past his naked upper half and into the room.
The room is ice cold, not any better than outside in the elements. Stiles rolls his eyes coming back into the room and locking the door behind him.
I turn to him to ask why the heater isnโ€™t on when he beats me to it. โ€œYeah, well, the heater is broken to shit so itโ€™s not much better in here.โ€ He answers my unspoken question. I shake my head, sitting on the bed, head in my hands. โ€œThis cannot be happening right now.โ€ I complain, more to myself than Stiles.
โ€œYou wanna complain some more, Y/N? Since youโ€™re so good at it.โ€ He jabs, padding to his bag, digging through it. I scoff in response, and itโ€™s then that I look up and take real notice of him frame. ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ?
โ€œTake a picture, itโ€™ll last longer.โ€ He says, pulling me out of my daze. โ€œWhatever, get some other desperate girl to be your paparazzi.โ€ I reply, digging into my bag for my phone charger, but itโ€™s nowhere to be found.
Stiles goes into the dinky bathroom to change, coming out to me huffing and puffing. โ€œWhat is it now?โ€ He asks irritated, emerging from the bathroom in plaid pajama pants and a navy blue t-shirt. โ€œI think I left my fucking charger at home.โ€ I groan, checking my phone percentage. 12%
He chuckles, getting snuggled into the single bed and plugging his phone in, rubbing it right in my face. He turns his phone to the side, putting on some tv show. I grab my bag off the bed and drop it to the floor, โ€œMake some room will you?โ€ I push his feet from above the covers, and he scoots a millimeter to the side.
I curse under my breath, jumping into the bed and shoving him over some as he watched his phone. โ€œJeez, Y/N/N. If you wanted to get in bed with me that bad you shouldโ€™ve just said so.โ€ Stiles quips, and I pull at the cold blanket to cover myself.
โ€œOh please, get over yourself. Youโ€™re the last person Iโ€™d ever want to be in bed with.โ€ I roll my eyes, getting out my phone to distract myself from him until it inevitably dies.
Weโ€™re laying shoulder the shoulder. Heโ€™s holding up his phone as he watches Supernatural, and before long my phone is dead.
I set my phone on the nightstand to my right, then turning over to lay on my left side and watch his show. My face is millimeters away from his broad shoulder, and he turns his head to me, peering down.
โ€œWhat do you think youโ€™re doing?โ€ He asks, attention split between me and the phone. โ€œMy phone died, and I like Supernatural.โ€ I say, my eyes flick from the screen to him.
โ€œYou like this? Scott hates it.โ€ He says, turning his face back to his phone. Is he starting a normal conversation with me? What universe is this?
โ€œOf course Scott hates it, he hates all things ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ญ.โ€ I say, wiggling magic fingers in his face. He chuckles, โ€œYeah, guess itโ€™s too close to home for him. I like it though, I like to think weโ€™re like them.โ€ He says, comparing him and Scott to Sam and Dean.
โ€œSo which one are you? Sam or Dean?โ€ I ask, giggling. โ€œWhich one do you think I am?โ€ Stiles ponders, his attention fully turned toward me by now. โ€œDefinitely Sam,โ€ I answer confidently, โ€œheโ€™s my favorite.โ€ I add, my eyes suddenly avoiding his own.
Thereโ€™s an awkward silence for a moment before Stiles breaks it. โ€œAwe, so you like me more than Scott?โ€ He pokes fun at me, and I roll my eyes. โ€œIn your dreams, Stilinski. I wouldnโ€™t be caught dead with you unless the situation was dire.โ€ I counter, rolling over to my back, his phone long forgotten.
He turns it off, setting it on the nightstand on his side. โ€œSee thatโ€™s where youโ€™re wrong.โ€ He says, and the tone in the chilly room shifts. He sits up to almost hover over me. His face the closest itโ€™s ever been to mine, and I canโ€™t help but flicker my eyes from his to his lips and back again.
โ€œI think you wanted this. I think you want me.โ€ He says, voice huskier and hushed. โ€œStilesโ€ฆโ€ I canโ€™t think of a witty response, I canโ€™t think about anything besides his lips, and how impossibly close they are to my own.
โ€œSay it. Tell me, Y/N.โ€ He demands, a veiny hand dipping under the covers to slink down my thigh. My mind is running a hundred miles a minute, short circuiting.
โ€œAwe, fuck it.โ€ I whisper, more to myself than him, closing the gap between us. Our lips connect in a searing kiss, and my hands shoot up to his neck, pulling him down to me.
He growls into my mouth, moving to now completely hover on top of me, my legs instinctively opening to make room for him. His arms prop himself up over me, and my hands explore his body, moving to slide up and under his shirt. I slowly push up his shirt til his sits up, pulling it off in one swoop.
Heโ€™s so fucking hot. My hands dance along his slightly defined abs, speckled like his face. โ€œLike what you see?โ€ He taunts, leaning back down over me to assault my neck with his lips. โ€œOh, bite me.โ€ I snip, and he nips at my throat in response.
Stiles trails his nimble fingers up my shirt, but I stop him, pushing his chest until heโ€™s off of me. I push him over to his back, straddling his waist to be on top. I settle myself into his lap, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I pull my shirt up and off my body, revealing myself to him. The cold nips at my now half naked frame, nipples perking up and gossebumps cover my body.
I shiver a little, โ€œItโ€™s so cold in here, Stiles.โ€ I whisper, and he snakes a hand up my waist and all the way up to my neck, pulling my face down to his. โ€œDonโ€™t worry, baby,โ€ He whispers seductively, โ€œIโ€™ll warm you up.โ€
Our lips meet once again, tongues fighting for dominance. I grind down into his lap, his boner prominently poking me beneath his pants. He moans deliciously into my mouth as I do so, hands slipping into my shorts, groping my ass.
I moan as he rocks me in his lap, โ€œGod, why did we wait so long for this?โ€ I whispers, looking up at me with those auburn eyes. โ€œBecause we hate each other.โ€ I answer breathlessly.
โ€œI could never hate you, baby.โ€
Then heโ€™s forcefully pushing me back over, hands dipping into the waist band or my sleep shorts, pulling them and my panties down in one go. He places a palm on each of my knees, spreading my legs apart. Iโ€™m now fully bare and at his mercy.
I moan in anticipation as he methodically kisses up my thigh, getting close and closer to my dripping heat. He then brings a finger to swipe through my folds, my slick covering his digit as it glistens. โ€œAll this and Iโ€™ve barely even touched you.โ€ He taunts me.
โ€œStiles please,โ€ I beg, but heโ€™s not ready to give in just yet. โ€œPlease what? Use your words.โ€ He says huskily. โ€œPlease Stiles, please touch me.โ€ I plead.
Stiles licks a stripe through my folds, sending shivers sound my spine. His mouth attacks my heat, his tongue working wonders. Stiles is like a starved man, feeding on anything and everything he can get his hands on. Feasting upon me. He sends me over the edge almost immediately. My hands shoot down to his head, gripping his hair til my knuckles turn white.
Stiles detaches his lips from my clit, sitting up to his knees and standing up off the bed. He drops his pajama pants to the ground, before zipping over to his bag to retrieve a condom from it. He rushes back over to the bed, pulling his boxers off in an instant, kneeling onto the bed in front of you as he rolls the condom into his think length.
My fists grip the bed covers, watching as he lines his swollen tip with my entrance, teasing me with it. โ€œStiles,โ€ I moan, and he slides himself in completely.
He hisses as he does so, burying himself to the hilt. โ€œFuck, Stiles.โ€ I moan out breathlessly. Stiles thrusts are hard, his rhythm unbearable. โ€œYeah, you like that?โ€ He whispers, leaning down to me ear. His voice deep and husky, full of lust. His lips dip down to nip at my throat. โ€œYes, Stiles.โ€ I moan, and I feel him smile against my kiss peppered skin.
โ€œAwe, fuck.โ€ Stiles drawls out into my ear, sitting up to his knees, still fucking me, his rhythm perfect. โ€œSay my name.โ€ He orders me, his hands gripping my hips as he pistons into me. I can barely take it.
Of course I do as he says. I moan his name, eyes rolling back, my mouth hung wide open as moans spill out of me. He slides a hand to my cunt, his thumb moving to circle my clit. He watches with hooded eyes where we meet as he fucks me senseless.
โ€œSay it again.โ€
โ€œStiles.โ€
โ€œAgain.โ€
โ€œ๐˜–๐˜ฉ Stiles.โ€
โ€œYeah, you getting close? Do I fuck you that good? Say it.โ€ He seethes, his dirty words rattling in my head. Iโ€™m breathless, the cold room now unbearably hot. โ€œYou fuck me so good, Sti.โ€ I moan, the ball in the pit of my stomach tightening with every touch of his. His hand gripping my hip. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. His thumb pressing to my clit.
โ€œYeah? You like that, baby.โ€ I canโ€™t take it anymore. โ€œStiles,โ€ I moan, my limbs restless, I canโ€™t stay still. โ€œTell me.โ€ He says, leaning down over me to envelope my lips in a wet, searing kiss. I moan as he parts, โ€œIโ€™m gonna cum, Stiles.โ€
โ€œThen do it.โ€
I obey his every word, my release washing over like a wave. My back arches into him, and Stiles buckles down, chasing his nearing high. Iโ€™m just about to tell him I canโ€™t take it anymore when he cums, spilling into the condom. His brows furrowing and his mouth agape. He lets out the most beautiful sounds Iโ€™ve ever heard, I never want it to stop.
He pumps a few more times, riding out his high. โ€œOh, fuck.โ€ He whispers, slowly pulling out of me. I moan as he does, partly in pleasure and partly in pain. Iโ€™m sore now, I canโ€™t even imagine how sore Iโ€™ll be tomorrow.
Stiles gets up from the bed, he quickly discards the condoms and pulls his boxers on. He pads to the bathroom, and I lay there for a minute not sure of what to do. I close my legs and watch as he comes back with a damp rag.
He comes back to me, kneeling on the bed in front of my closed legs. โ€œOpen.โ€ He says, placing a hand on my knee to pry them open once more. He cleans me up, and Iโ€™m completely and utterly in shock. Did he really just do that? What have I been missing out on?
When heโ€™s does, I sit up so our faces meet, and I peck his kiss swollen lips. โ€œThank you.โ€ I whisper, and he hums in response, kissing me once more.
As he goes to the bathroom to put the rag away, I gather my scattered clothes from the floor, and Iโ€™m slipping them on as he comes back, hopping back into the bed.
Itโ€™s at this point that Iโ€™m not really sure what to expect now. Are we never gonna talk about this again? Are we just gonna hate each other and fuck on the side? Iโ€™m nervous to get back in bed with him.
โ€œCome here.โ€ Stiles mumbles, laying his arm out for me. I crawl into bed, snuggling into him. โ€œDo we still hate each other?โ€ I whisper. He says nothing, reaching om his other arm over to his nightstand.
โ€œHere.โ€ He says, handing me his phone charger.
!๐˜ฝ๐™Š๐™‰๐™๐™Ž!
โ€œJesus Stiles, turn it off.โ€ I grumble, his alarm blaring in my ears. Stiles is dead asleep, how heโ€™s able to sleep through his excruciating alarm? No idea.
I reach over him to grab his phone, hitting the snooze button. But before I put it down I see a text from none other than Scott, at 12:31 AM.
๐™Ž๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ฉ ๐™ˆ๐™˜๐˜พ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก: ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™š ๐™ข๐™š ๐™›๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š ๐™—๐™ช๐™˜๐™ ๐™จ
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babyflorencee ยท 3 months
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Raindrop romance and puppy dog eyes
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Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader
I was at my locker, discussing the upcoming math test with Lydia when I felt a pair of arms wrapping around my waist from behind. โ€œBoo!โ€ I heard my idiotic boyfriend, Stiles, say.
With a grin, I slammed my locker shut and turned around to face him. โ€œHi baby,โ€ he said, pulling me close in a warm embrace.
โ€œHey Stilinski, stealing my girl away from me again?โ€ Lydia said, a playful frown on her face as she folded her arms.
"Um, excuse me, since when was she your girl? Did I miss something? Because last night, she was definitely moaning my name," Stiles responded, a smirk playing on his lips.
Lydia scoffed, delivering her response with an attitude, โ€œwell, I've known her longer."
"Well, that sucks because I donโ€™t give a shit."
โ€œOkay, guys, thatโ€™s enough,โ€ I intervened, teasingly rolling my eyes to end their banter before it could escalate and potentially giving me a headache.
"But, he-" Lydia started, only to be cut off by Stiles. "Me?" He asked in mock shock, causing me to let out a groan.
"Can you both please shut up so I can go home?" I teased, grabbing Stiles by the arm and playfully dragging him out the door.
Once we stepped outside, heavy raindrops were falling. Turning to Stiles with a wide grin, I yelled, "tag!" and dashed toward his jeep.
"Oh, you little bitch! Youโ€™re so gonna get it!" He yelled back, chasing after me.
It didn't take him long to catch up, and before I knew it, he was grabbing my waist. "Tag!" He declared, out of breath, hugging me from behind. After a moment, I pushed his arms off of me and took off running. "Nope."
"Oh, you little dick." He yelled, attempting to catch up, but I was already in the car with the door locked before he could.
Reaching the driver's side, he tried to open the door, but frowning when he realized it was locked. He looked up with puppy dog eyes, causing me to return his gaze with a proud smile. โ€œBaby, please open the door,โ€ he whined, pressing his forehead against the glass, and knocking on the window, instantly making me cave in.
As soon as I unlocked the door, he rushed in, slamming it shut before rubbing his hands together in an attempt to get warm. โ€œCan you turn on the heater please?โ€
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stiles and reader being such close friends that they constantly barge in on each other while they're taking a shower or literally peeing and scott is like "????? you both are so weird."
arg i love this but i do have to give creds to @ddejavvu for writing something extremely similar with james x r !! please go give them a read, they're a favorite little mini-series of mine :))
another late night shift at the hospital and you're hauling up the next basket of laundry from the washing machine that's in need of replacement, the dryer beside it shaking and rumbling against the back wall its shoved up against. the cracked plastic of the laundry basket burrows into the flesh of your hip as you trudge up the steps, eyes weary and worn from textbooks that hold foreign tongues of chemistry and history. "scott! laundry!" you bellow in your passing of his room, footsteps still heavy when you continue along the hallway in search of the bathroom.
thick rolls of steam tendril through the open crack, and you nudge open the door with a sock-clad toe, announcing your arrival with a fatigued "hey stiles."
the metal rings screech against their bar as the shower curtain gets yanked back, stiles' head peeking out from the right. brown curls mat against his forehead, mole-specked cheeks slick with water. "hey," he coughs with cratering dimples. "back from the library?"
you nod, grabbing your toothbrush from the holster balancing on the porcelain edge of the sink. "yeah, mr. harris is on my ass again," you huff, shoving the bristles into your mouth as stiles shuts the water off. "damn alkynes."
a single hand carries the weight of the towel over stiles' junk as he steps out of the tub, and you lean back against the sink, frowning around the toothbrush. "they're simple once you get 'em," he huffs, leaning over to use the end of the towel to dry out his growing hair. "no biggie. you bring your textbook back home?"
you nod, eyes drifting over to the open bathroom door as your brother lolls by, in search of his own toothbrush. "i interrupting something?" he scoffs, reaching around you and jostling you in the effort.
you catch your weight with another scowl, toothpaste bubbling up around the corners of your lips. "fuck you, scott." you gripe, and stiles reaches over to smear away the minty paste.
he suckles the thumb back into his own mouth, and you and scott both scowl, and you go so far as to jab at his bare shin with a swift kick. "you're gross." you spit the glob into the basin, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. "and i can see your dick. go get dressed so you can teach me alkynes."
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โ”€โ”€ super shy
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paring stiles stilinski x mccall!reader, word count 1k, genre fluff, authors note ngl this is my fav writing piece i've done so far ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป( masterlist )
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your standing on the bleachers during a lacrosse practice before tonightโ€™s game. as your a photographer for the year book club you decided to take a few pictures of the lacrosse team for the page that was going to be dedicated to them.
you zoomed your lens in on one player in particular, stiles stilinski. he was talking with the coach - well, more like arguing which wasnโ€™t unusual for the two. you snap a few pictures of him. truth be told, you had a crush on stilinski since fourth grade finding the boy's humor and sarcasm charming.
as he gets back into line to continue to practice he notices you and waves at you. you back away from the camera shyly waving back at him.
you sit down on the bleachers searching through your bag to find a different lens. you were too busy with finding the lens that you completely ignored the sound of someone walking up the bleachers.
"you coming to the game tonight?" his voice slightly startled you as you look up at him. he knew that it was a stupid question. you came to every single game, but he got to nervous and just asked the first question that came to his mind.
he was always incredibly nervous in front of you. either heโ€™s to shy to talk to you which like never happens when talking with anyone else. if you asked everybody else in the school if stiles was talkative or not they would reply that stiles never shuts up. or he would ramble on about the most stupidest topics. well, he believed that it was stupid, but you didnโ€™t you find it to add to his charm and personality.
"yeah!" you nodded looking up at him.
"stilinski!" coach yelled grabbing the attention of the two teenagers.
"see you there," he pointed finger guns at her. she smiled at the playful action. "i-i gotta go get back to practice." he pointed with his thumb behind towards the field.
"yeah, okay. see you at the game stilinski."
luckily, stiles wasnโ€™t on the bench anymore and actually got to play. you sat down on the bleachers next the sheriff and your mom, melissa. like normal game day your wearing braids with red ribbons and a red sweater due to the cold weather with the number '11' on the back to support your brother.
you bought your camera to take a few more pictures. though you tried to take pictures of all of the players fairly for the yearbook you couldnโ€™t help, but notice that the majority of the pictures you took was of stiles. you put your camera down to focus on the game happening in front of you. you looked over to the scoreboard taking notice that beacon hills was winning a few points ahead.
stiles glanced over at you and now is completely emerged about the thought of you. his mind wasnโ€™t focused on the game by any means. you looked too alluring making all his interest go on you. the wind moves a few pieces of your hair that managed to get loose from your braids that exposed '24' painted in red on your cheek. it was a small subtle thing, but it made butterflies irrupt in his stomach.
he managed to get his focus back on the game after getting snapped back into reality by scott. he threw the ball into the net scoring the last point for beacon hills to win. while the other players celebrated he searched for you in the crowd that formed on the field.
you snapped a few more pictures of the players celebrating after the win before packing up your camera equipment which lead to you being one of the last ones to get off the bleachers. you walked through the crowd trying to find your brother to tell him congratulations.
stiles found you first though rushing up to you lifting you up from the ground spinning you around. in shock a few giggles escaped your mouth. a rush of excitement and adrenaline filled stiles as his body reacted before his mind could comprehend what he was doing. he kissed you.
"do you want to go on a date with me?" the words slipped without him thinking by the time he realized it was too late to backtrack his question. he swallowed nervously waiting for your answer.
"i would love to." you nodded, smiling up at him. you held his hand as you walk to the parking lot to your truck. you could tell your brother congratulations once he got home.
you chuck your camera equipment in the passenger seat through the rolled down window of the drivers seat. once you turns around to face stiles once again he trapped you between his body and the truck. his hand resting on the truck and the other carefully cradling your jaw. he leans in kissing you yet again. you melted into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer. you could definitely get used to this.
"can i see the pictures you took?" he mumbled against your lips.
"yeah." you nodded reaching for the bag that sitting in the driver seat and unzips it getting the camera. you turn to him as you turn the camera on handing it to him. a bright smile paints his face.
"seems like you have a crush on someone." he teased, playfully pushing his shoulder on yours. you looks down in embarrassment kicking the small pebbles in the parking lot with you shoe.
"i've had a crush on you since fourth grade." you admitted lowly.
"i've had a crush on you since we met in the sandbox."
your face lit up at his confession. one night could truly change everything. at one point of tonight you was just childhood friends now you planned on going on a date next friday and kissed twice within the span of five minutes. what you believed was unrequited love for so many years turns out not to be as unrequited as what you believed.
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summary: you're drunk at the club and Stiles takes you home
word count: over 1.4k
warning: two besties in love but neither will make the first move, drunken kiss, protective Stiles
"Think she's even good to drive?" Scott leaned into Stiles to talk over the music.
Stiles' eyes never left your as he shook his head. "Not a chance."
He had watched you nearly all night, between dragging Lydia to the dance floor with you every time your song come in (who knew you had so many) and nursing your drinks. He watched mainly because he wanted to make sure your night wasn't ruined by some scum. Or at least that's what he told himself. Either way, he was only looking out for you.
Lydia dragged you back to the bar with her arm around your waist. "Come on, Y/n, help a girl out." She huffed which caused you to giggle.
You propped yourself up against the bar, leaning your head against Stiles' shoulder with a sigh. His arm protectively rested around your waist to keep you up and though you were damn near wasted, you noticed.
"Keep an eye on her please. I need to use the bathroom." She says as she's already walking in the direction on the bathroom.
Stiles watched as you nuzzled your face in his neck for a moment. He wondered if you even knew who he was after that many shots. You were his best friend, aside from Scott, and he was in love with you. As much as he hated to admit it. Maybe he shouldn't hate it so much because you were after all his best friend. You knew each other in and out. No one could truly love you for everything you are like him, but it was also because you were his best friend that he hated to admit it. He feared even risking your friendship especially over his feelings.
"We should get you home." Stiles suggested.
You grumbled a noise as you started to sit up on the stool properly. Your hands held the bar for support. "I'm not ready to go though." You probably should go before you embarrassed yourself more, but right now, you had no shame.
You started to call the bartender over again, lifting yourself over the bar. Nevermind the way your dress was riding up, nor the fact that people could see your underwear. You had to get that man's attention. Just one more drink. That's what you kept telling yourself.
"Y/n," Stiles grumbled in your ear, feeling his chest quickly pressed against your back. He used his body to block everyone else from the show they would get. You weren't making this easy for him. "Sit down."
"Or what?" You shivered at the feeling of him pressed against your bare back, his warm breath against your ear. But you must stay focused.
"Where are your keys? I'm taking you home." He proceeded. You wondered if he was even listening.
"Stiles, I- I can take myself." You could feel your skin getting hot having him so close, or maybe that was the alcohol.
"Not a chance. Where are your keys?"
"No, I'm not leaving yet- that tickles-" You giggled as his hands tickled your sides while trying to reach your bag. "Nooo, I don't wanna go yet, Stiles-" You push yourself further into the counter, nearly throwing yourself over it in attempt to get out of his reach.
You're bent over the bar with a grin on your lips, your hands clinging onto his arms to keep him from getting your keys.
"You leave me no choice." He mumbled as he slips the bartender money to pay your tab just as you were about to order again.
You didn't have much time to ponder what he mean't by that before he was picking you up suddenly, pulling you over his shoulder. His hand shielded your ass to keep people from seeing up your dress as he carried out of the club.
"Stiles, put me down!" You protest.
You hear the door to the jeep open before he's putting you in passenger seat. He pointed a finger at you as he blocked you in. "You're drunk and I want you getting home safe." He stood still to make sure you didn't try to jump out on him. "Stay."
Your eyes lingered on him for a moment, the soft look at his eyes easing any emotion of anger. He shut the door before walking around to the driver side.
You could feel his eyes on you as you gazed out the window at your car still parked in the parking lot. "What about my car?" You hiccuped.
"It'll be okay. We'll come back for it tomorrow." He assured as he started to drive you home.
The car ride was quiet aside from your hiccups. Stiles glanced in your direction when your hiccups died down, hoping he might find you asleep, but you were still awake with your stare lingering out the window. He worried he might have pissed you off for carrying you out of the club, but then again he knew you would thank him in the morning.
He pulled the door open while you were in front of your place.
"Mad at me?" He couldn't help but to question.
You shook your head though, reaching your arms out for him to pick you up. He smiled, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you bridal style up the sidewalk toward your apartment building.
You listened to his heart beating against his chest and how it increased when your hand rubbed across it. You really couldn't ask for a better best friend. No one had ever looked out for you like Stiles did, cared for you the way he did. You almost laughed at the thought of Lydia trying to get you up to your apartment.
Stiles sat you down when you finally reached your bed, taking a moment to help you out of your heels so you could get into bed. "Before I go, can I get you any-" You caught him off guard when your lips pressed to his suddenly. Maybe you shouldn't have, but given how much liquor you had consumed, nothing was stopping you now. In fact, it only made the craving worse.
His lips were still against yours, processing what was happening. You were kissing him. This was really happening.
His arms wrapped around your body when he finally kissed you back. Your hands gripping the back of his neck to pull him further on the bed with you until his hands met the mattress.
"Wait-" He mumbled against your lips.
You parted from the kiss to look at him, still holding the back of his neck.
He closed his eyes with a frown. "Not like this." He started as he pushed himself up on the bed.
"Oh." You sat up on the bed, awkwardly crossing your legs as you adjusted your dress.
"No, I didn't mean it like that- I just Fuck.. You're perfect. Really you are. I have wanted this for so long, but I can't do it like this."
"Stiles.."
You watched the way he ran his hand down his face in frustration. You crawled closer to him on the bed, rubbing your hand in soothing circles against his back in attempt to calm him through his panic.
"You didn't do anything wrong." You assured.
"You're drunk-"
You interrupted him with a giggle. "To be fair, I kissed you first."
And yet he still couldn't stop himself from feeling this way. Not because it happened but more because he wanted to do it again. Just to pull you into his arms and kiss your lips all over again. He had no shame in kissing you, only never wanting to stop.
"I'm sorry for kissing you." You apologized.
He watched you lay back on the bed and sighed as he helped you pull the covers over your body. "Don't apologize."
"I don't want you upset."
"I'm not upset." He assured.
"Then I'm not sorry." You admitted honestly, quickly taking back your apology. Despite how much you had to drink, you would never be able to drown out the feelings you truly had for Stiles.
His eyes widened slightly in surprise before letting out a chuckle. "Well next time, would you mind doing it sober?"
Next time. Silly boy. It would be tempting. There was no doubt about it. You smiled instantly against the covers, turning over to get comfortable on the bed with your back facing him. You only hoped you would have the courage you do now to do it again sober.
"Goodnight, Stiles." You finally answered.
Though you couldn't see him, you could feel his eyes lingering on you. It was nowhere near the answer he was hoping for, but it was the answer he settled for. "Goodnight, Y/n."
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Itโ€™s Not All In Your Head (Teen Wolf: Stiles Stilinski)
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I KNOW THIS IS KIND OF A DYING FANDOM SO IF YOU LIKE THIS PLEASE REBLOG/SHARE/LIKE!! IM CURRENTLY REWATCHING SO IM FEELING QUITE INSPIRED BY THESE CHARACTERS!
this was formerly posted on my blog as โ€œUnexpectedโ€ with a 1.5k word count, but I wrote it over two years ago and wanted to rewrite some things and add some more plot. So this really is a different story now, deserving of a new title and song that fits the vibe
pairing: female reader (she/her) x Stiles Stilinski
summary: When you find yourself mixed up in the mysterious supernatural world of Beacon Hills, a town youโ€™ve grown up in your whole life, you find an unlikely ally in the form of Stiles Stilinski. The boy youโ€™ve despised and admired for the last half of your life.
notes/warnings: small mentions of familial death, mention of dead body
word count: 3.3k
Getting out of bed this morning was rough.
Head rushing and pounding with the adrenaline from the night before.
It couldnโ€™t be, right?
Everything you experienced last night wasnโ€™t real, or at least thatโ€™s what you tried to tell yourself.
You couldnโ€™t explain how you ended up in the woods in the middle of the night.
Hearing voices in your head, it was almost as if you had been summoned there.
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This was the second time in your life that you couldnโ€™t push the voices away.
It had only happened once before this, right before your grandmother passed.
She had been in hospice for the last few months and hadnโ€™t been doing well.
You begged your mom to let you skip school that day to visit her, but she insisted that the last time she had spoken to the nurse, everything was fine.
You got called out of class early that day, your mother rushing you over to the nursing home so that your grandmother would be surrounded by family in her last moments.
Neither of you had brought up how you somehow knew you needed to be there, but the coincidence never left your mind.
Tonight felt like that day from a few months ago.
As you sat at your desk doing homework you could hear distant muffled voices, the words werenโ€™t clear, but they started getting louder.
You huffed, pushing your chair back as you got up.
Walking down the hallway you expected to turn the corner and see your younger brother blasting the tv at the highest volume, but you were met with the deafening silence of the dark and empty living room.
The voices continued as you wandered around the house, growing louder as you followed them outside into the back yard.
You looked back at your house before sneaking out the side gate.
The streets were empty as you walked down the sidewalk, making left and right turns when they felt right.
It wasnโ€™t until you reached the entrance to the Beacon Hills Preserve that you snapped back to reality and truly took in your surroundings.
You barely enjoyed running through here when it was cross country season, you certainly wouldnโ€™t have chosen to come here in the middle of the night.ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย 
Walking further into the woods, you reached a small clearing.
A large wood trunk sat in the middle of the clearing, a sizeable figure laying on top of it.
As you got closer you began to make out shapes; an arm, a leg, it was a body.
You stopped a few feet short of the stump, your eyes widening in horror as they focused in on the lifeless eyes of the body before you.
It was a dead body.
You couldnโ€™t do anything but scream at the top of your lungs.
The murmured voices quickly stopped and were soon replaced by a different set of voices.
They grew louder as did the footsteps as they approached.
ย โ€œY/N!โ€ Scott and Lydia exclaimed at the same time.
You turned around quickly, fear painted on your features as you attempted to speak.
โ€œIโ€”I donโ€™tโ€ฆโ€
Lydia stepped forward, wrapping her arm around your shoulder as she walked you away from the body.
โ€œY/L/N?โ€ you heard another voice arise.
ย It was the first time you really noticed that he was there.
โ€œStilinski,โ€ you greeted back.
โ€œWhat are you doing out here?โ€ he asked.
โ€œYou know the usual, finding dead bodies in the woods, you?โ€
ย Hearing his scoff, you smirked to yourself, it was so easy to rile him up.
It didnโ€™t seem like the appropriate time to be making jokes, but with Stiles the sarcasm and witty comebacks were hard to swallow back.
It was almost refreshing to be joking with him in that moment.
Whispering among themselves, you stood quietly looking around, of course your attention still drawn to the body splayed on the trunk a few feet behind them.
Their whispering soon came to an end and Lydia and Stiles stepped forward.
Taking your arm again, Lydia turned you around so that you were now walking in the direction that you came from.
โ€œY/N, did you walk here?โ€ Lydia asked concernedly.
โ€œYeah, Iโ€”โ€ you were about to explain how you felt drawn here.
โ€œโ€ฆyeahโ€ you answered quietly.
She turned her head to give Scott and Stiles a worried look.
You know what this might have looked like to your classmates.
Standing over a dead body in the middle of the woods, late at night.
โ€œCโ€™mon, Stiles will take us home. Itโ€™s probably not the safest idea to be out now.โ€
ย โ€œWhat about Scott?โ€ you asked unsurely.
ย โ€œBelieve me, Scott knows how to handle his own,โ€ Stiles replied while slightly increasing his speed so that he was now walking in front of you and Lydia.
You werenโ€™t exactly sure what he meant by that, but you chose not to ask too many questions.
As you crawled into the back of Stilesโ€™s Jeep you didnโ€™t know what to think.
You were terrified about the discovery you made in the woods and the unexplainable feeling that you had that could have possibly led you there.
Terrified at the thought of your classmates, also walking around the woods at the same time and seemingly not as concerned about a body as you were.
The low hum of the radio filled the awkward silence as they drove you home, only speaking up when you had to direct Stiles.
As he pulled up in front of your driveway, you quickly thanked them and got out, trying your best to get to the front door.
Stiles was quick to shut off the car and follow you.
โ€œY/LN!โ€ he called.
You brushed it off as if you had not heard him, quickening your steps as you got closer.
โ€œY/N!โ€ he called again.
You rounded on your feet quickly, Stiles stopping abruptly as he almost ran into you.
โ€œWhat?โ€ you exhaled tiredly, your eyes watering slightly as they met with his.
โ€œWhat could you possibly say right now?โ€ you asked.
โ€œI justโ€”I wanted to make sure you were okay,โ€ he spoke up.
โ€œNo Stiles, I am not okay. None of this is okay.โ€
He nodded understandingly.
He reached up slightly, so that his hand was barely hovering above your elbow.
You swore you could feel the heat radiating from his body being so close.
As you glanced down, he quickly dropped his hand back down to his side.
โ€œIโ€™ll see you tomorrow,โ€ he stated matter of factly.
You looked back up to give him a small nod.ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย 
He waited for you to go inside and only turned to leave when he heard the lock click.
You did not see it, but Lydia gave him a pointed look as he walked back to the car.
โ€œShut up,โ€ he said as he started the jeep.
โ€œI didnโ€™t say anything,โ€ Lydia smiled back.
That night you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Every time you closed your eyes you saw the lifeless eyes of the body staring back at you.
Before you knew it, sleep had consumed your whole body and your thoughts and fears of the night slowly melted away.
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*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
You quickly awoke to the sound of your alarm clock blaring.
Immediately hitting snooze, you debated skipping school all together.
Itโ€™s not like you didnโ€™t like school, it was quite the opposite.
You were doing extremely well in all your classes, involved in every club and team you thought would make your college application stand out, and you had a great group of supportive friends.
Thinking about the possible run in with Scott or Lydia and the inevitable run in with Stiles, since you shared so many classes, was more than your anxiety allowed you to handle.
Grabbing your bag, you headed to the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar and your keys from the counter as you said goodbye to your mom.
Walking to the driverโ€™s door you were startled when a car horn honking caught your attention.
Looking up you were shocked to see Stiles and his infamous jeep, windows down as he blocked your driveway.
ย โ€œStilinski, get the hell out of the way. Youโ€™re going to make me late for school.โ€
ย โ€œYup, thatโ€™s the plan. Get in Y/L/N,โ€ he replied.
Rolling your eyes, you walked over to his car. He nodded at you to get in.
You stood, looking unamused.
He huffed before getting out the driverโ€™s side and walking around the front of the car.
He brushed past you, opening the passenger door, his eyes silently pleading with you to get in.
โ€œOkay, okay!โ€ you exclaimed, climbing into the passenger seat.
The radio was low, and you quietly hummed along as you passed the houses on your street.
After a few wrong turns you had finally turned to Stiles,
โ€œWhere are we going?โ€ you asked.
โ€œI thought you were taking me to school,โ€ you huffed, annoyance clear in your voice.
โ€œI never said that, I said I was going to make you late,โ€ Stiles replied, an attitude in his voice similar to yours.
Rolling your eyes, you turned in your seat, resuming the activity of watching the world outside the car window quickly pass.
After about another 10 minutes you had pulled into a driveway of a cute looking house.
โ€œIs this your house?โ€ you asked confused.
โ€œYeah, now cโ€™mon,โ€ he answered, quickly turning off the car and getting out.
You followed him into the house and to his room.
Your eyes scanned his room, blue walls littered with posters and clothes thrown on the floor with little regard.
Typical, you thought to yourself.
If you looked under the bed you were sure you would probably find playboy magazines covered in some sort of body fluid.
You shivered at the thought.
What was strange was the wall by his desk.
Red yarn creating a maze as it led from one photo to another. Confusing words and maps printed alongside.
You watched as Stiles threw his backpack onto the chair.
โ€œDonโ€™t worry my dad isnโ€™t home, so no one will interrupt us.โ€
You gave him a surprised and teasing look, insinuating that his words were some sort of innuendo, before he quickly spoke again.
ย โ€œJesus Y/N, I didnโ€™t mean it like that.โ€
ย You chuckled softly, before letting your eyes roam around some more.
โ€œI just meant, thereโ€™s some things I need to ask you about, you know, about last night?โ€ he continued.
Stiles noticed you visibly harden at the mention of last night.
He knew why Scott and them were there.
But you?
That was a question still left unanswered.
ย Taking a seat on his bed, you sighed.
โ€œWhat were you doing in the woods Y/N?โ€ he asked more directly.
โ€œI honestly donโ€™t know,โ€ you said unconvincingly.
ย โ€œI mean, I could be asking you the same thing. Your dadโ€™s the Sheriff, right? I wonder what he would have to say about you and your friends hanging around dead bodies in the woods.โ€
This caught Stilesโ€™s attention.
โ€œOk, letโ€™s not get crazy. And donโ€™t forget, we found you over the dead body,โ€ he reminded you.
โ€œAnd what exactly were the three of you doing out there? Taking a late-night stroll in the moonlight,โ€ you remarked accusingly.
ย โ€œListen Y/N. This is serious, thereโ€™s a lot going on in Beacon Hills. A lot that I canโ€™t really explain right now. So please, letโ€™s try and be honest with one another.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know how to be honest without sounding absolutely crazy,โ€ you confessed.
โ€œI promise you, nothing that you say to me right now will sound crazy. Just try me,โ€ he smiled reassuringly.
He kneeled in front of you, now at eye level as you slowly nodded.
โ€œWell, like you said, thereโ€™s a lot that canโ€™t be explained, and I canโ€™t really explain what happened. I was at home all night when I started hearing these voicesโ€”I.โ€
Stiles grabbed your hand as you stuttered, a silent comfort urging you to continue.
โ€œIt was like they were calling me. I mean Iโ€™ve heard voices before, theyโ€™re always different. Most of the time I can convince myself that Iโ€™m just imagining things, but this time was different. This time they wouldnโ€™t stop. So, I just walked and walked, and next thing I knew I was in the woods and the voices had stopped. And thatโ€™s when I ran into you guys,โ€ you said, finishing your account of events.
Stiles seemed less surprised and confused than you had thought he would.
โ€œY/N, do you know what this means!โ€ he said, realization settling in his eyes as he started piecing things together.
You got up quickly, dropping his hand as you began pacing his room, the fear and confusion of the night before flooding back.
โ€œNo, Stiles, not really. I have no idea what any of this means,โ€ you exclaimed, the fear evident in your voice.
His eyes softened as he took in your state.
โ€œOkay, hey! Itโ€™s ok. Weโ€™re going to figure this out. Iโ€™m going to help you figure this out.โ€
โ€œFigure out what? Stiles, this really isnโ€™t making sense,โ€ you exclaimed as you stopped pacing to face him.
โ€œYou said youโ€™ve heard these voices before, right?โ€ he asked.
โ€œYeah, onceโ€ฆโ€
โ€œWhen?โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€ you looked at him confusedly.
โ€œWhen did you hear these voices?โ€ he pressed.
โ€œRight before my grandmother passed,โ€ you confessed smally.
โ€œThis is going to sound insane,โ€ Stiles started.
โ€œMore insane than a girl who hears voices?โ€ you interrupted.
โ€œI think I know whatโ€™s going on.โ€
He got up from the bed, motioning for you to follow him to the desk, rifling through papers and a big leather-bound book, before stopping on a page.
Across the top you read Banshee.
You had read about Banshees before when you took a dual enrollment literature and folklore class.
You looked at Stiles with an angry and pointed look.
โ€œStilinski what the fuck is this?โ€
He was taken aback by your shift in demeanor.
โ€œIs this funny to you?โ€
โ€œWhat? No, Y/N, just listโ€”"
โ€œNo, this is just too much. I thought you really cared about how I was feeling and if this is just you and your friendโ€™s idea of a twisted joke, I donโ€™t want any part of this.โ€
โ€œY/N I CAN EXPLAIN!โ€ he continued.
You grabbed your stuff and ran out of the room, letting your long strides carry you further and further away from Stilesโ€™s house.
As you walked through the school parking lot, you turned to find that stupid blue jeep following behind you.
Pulling up next to you, Stiles rolled his window down.
โ€œY/N!โ€
You stopped abruptly, causing him to slam on the brakes.
โ€œStiles, leave me alone.โ€
โ€œPlease Y/N, if you wonโ€™t talk to me just, please talk to Lydia or Scott. Theyโ€™ll explain everything.โ€
You shook your head at him before walking away.
โ‹†ห–โบโ€งโ‚Šโ˜ฝโ—ฏโ˜พโ‚Šโ€งโบห–โ‹†
You had gone almost the rest of the day, successfully avoiding Stiles and his friends.
There was a close call at lunch when you saw Scott and Stiles standing on opposite sides of you a few feet away. Your friend was a saving grace as she appeared next to you, demanding to know why you were so late as she yanked you away to a table across the cafeteria.
However, as you sat in AP Government, your luck was wearing thin when Stiles chose to sit right next to you.
You glanced over to him, an annoyed look covering your face. To which he gave a cocky smirk and wave.
You angled yourself slightly so that you were facing away from him while still being able to sit forward in your desk.
As your teacher began the lesson you did your best to ignore Stilesโ€™ constant attempts to get your attention.
From excessively tapping his foot and pencil, nudging the edge of your desk with his shoe, and leaning over the aisle so that he was now in your personal space.
โ€œY/N, cโ€™mon,โ€ he pleaded quietly.
โ€œIโ€™m trying to learn about our constitutional right to contraceptives, shut up,โ€ you angrily whispered back.
โ€œY/Nโ€”โ€ he continued.
โ€œSTILES SHUT UP!โ€ you exclaimed.
Your teacher fell silent as she looked up to see you and Stiles sheepishly sinking into your seats.
โ€œMs. Y/L/N and Mr. Stilinski, am I interrupting your social time?โ€
โ€œNo, Mrs. Thomson,โ€ you answered embarrassedly.
โ€œRight, well if you donโ€™t mind, Iโ€™d like to get back to teaching. The two of you can catch up in detention.โ€
You groaned, turning to look at Stiles who had a satisfying grin on his lips.
After a grueling 40 more minutes, class ended, and you were reminded of your unfair punishment as you watched your classmates pack up around you.
Mrs. Thomson wrote an assignment on the board, before packing her bag to leave.
As she walked out of the class, she gave the both of you a pointed look, a silent threat that you would be in more trouble if you did not actually stay to finish the assignment.
You were surprised to find that Stiles remained silent for the first couple minutes of detention.
He seemed preoccupied with whoever he was texting.
Unfortunately, the silence was short-lived when Lydia, quickly followed by Scott and Kira, walked in.
This wasnโ€™t just any detention; this was an ambush.
โ€œThis cannot be happening right now,โ€ you sighed, your hands rubbing your face as Stiles chuckled.
โ€œBrought reinforcements this time,โ€ he joked.
Your eyes quickly darted to his, shutting him up instantly.
โ€œY/Nโ€”โ€ Lydia started.
โ€œLook, Iโ€™m not sure how you got involved with these two idiots,โ€ you motioned to Scott and Stiles before continuing.
โ€œBut Iโ€™m not sure what else to say about last night.โ€
โ€œWe understand that this is confusing,โ€ Kira spoke up.
โ€œI really donโ€™t know what you guys keep referring to.โ€
โ€œY/N YOUโ€™RE A BANSHEE,โ€ Lydia spoke next.
Your eyes widened at her statement.
โ€œARE YOU ALL ON DRUGS?โ€ you exclaimed.
โ€œLike meโ€ฆyouโ€™re a banshee like me,โ€ she finished quietly.
They must be on drugs.
โ€œThe supernatural, it exists, we existโ€ฆโ€ Scott spoke up, looking around the group as he finished.
โ€œWe?โ€ you questioned; confusion clearly etched on your face.
โ€œBansheeโ€ Lydia raised her hand, answering with a sense of confidence as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You turned to Kira, her eyes turning a fiery orange as she answered, โ€œKitsune, itโ€™s from Jaโ€”โ€
โ€œJapanese culture, I know,โ€ you quickly finished for her. Your eyes softened as you shifted your focus to Scott.
โ€œWerewolf,โ€ Scott answered, his eyes glowing a bright red as he looked at you.
โ€œOkayโ€ฆso, what are you, a life-sucking vampire?โ€ you asked, turning to Stiles with a mocking grin.
โ€œIโ€™mโ€”Iโ€™m nothing,โ€ Stiles replied.
โ€œSo, the body in the woods? They were killed by something supernatural?โ€ you questioned.
They all nodded their heads.
โ€œAnd I was called to it because, Iโ€™m a Banshee?โ€ you tried clarifying.
โ€œPretty much,โ€ Stiles replied smartly.
โ€œAnd what are you guys, some sort of super squad?โ€ you joked.
โ€œWe help people who canโ€™t help themselves,โ€ Scott answered earnestly.
A moment of silence passed over the group as they allowed you to process all the new information you had learned.
โ€œCan I drive you home?โ€ Stiles asked.
You looked around before nodding, a small grin on your face before you spoke up.
โ€œI would hope so, you kind of kidnapped me this morning.โ€
He rolled his eyes before letting out a genuine laugh.
โ€œCโ€™mon loser,โ€ he said, as he started getting out of his seat.
โ€œWhat about detention? You are the reason we got it in the first place?โ€
โ€œMe? You were the one screaming in the middle of class!โ€
โ€œBecause you were bothering me!โ€
Lydia, Kira, and Scott looked to one another, silently agreeing to leave the two of you to figure it out.
There was a lot you didnโ€™t know about the supernatural world in Beacon Hills, but what you did know was that you now had a group of people committed to helping you figure it out.
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Bad Liar
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Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader Genre: Fluff A/N: No one asked for it but I felt inspired so share your thoughts please. Song Inspiration: Bad Liar - Selena Gomez.
I was walking down the street the other day Tryna distract myself But then I see your face Oh wait, that's someone else
Y/n was on his way to school thinking about anything and everything except for him. Recently, he had developed a crush and a strong one too, it took everything not think about him, fantasise about him. He was doing pretty well until in the distance he saw him, before being pulled into thoughts about him. How he always wore flannel shirts and would always ride around in his old sky blue truck, suddenly a loud car horn pulled Y/n out of his thoughts.
Embarrassed at the stares, Y/n rushed out of the way of the car and looked back to where he thought he saw his crush only to see another person. Y/n sighed thankfully that his crush didnโ€™t see him almost get runover. He paced his way to his locker and started switching out his books but stopped when he noticed the regular group of people standing by Scott McCallโ€™s locker. He let his gaze stop on the brown-haired human.
Oh oh, tryna play it coy Tryna make it disappear But just like the battle of Troy There's nothing subtle here, oh oh
โ€œYou know if you keep staring, you might burn a hole in his head.โ€ Bree, Y/nโ€™s friend, said, breaking Y/n out of his gaze. โ€œOne word. One word and I can set her pretty little hands on fire.โ€ He gritted through his teeth, seeing Maliaโ€™s hand in Stilesโ€™ made him slightly upset. โ€œCareful, baby witch. ย Look at what youโ€™re doing.โ€ Bree informed, making Y/n aware of the flickering lights causing him to turn and face his locker, controlling his powers.
โ€œYou need to find a way to control those feelings of yours before they get you exposed.โ€ Bree suggested. โ€œIโ€™ll be fine. It was just a little hiccup, nothing to worry about.โ€ Y/n denied, closing his locker and locking arms with Bree. They both walked past Scottโ€™s locker and Y/n snuck a glance at Stiles but was surprised to see him looking at him. Stiles gave Y/n a greeting nod but Y/n shyly looked away and continued on his way to class. โ€œWhy didnโ€™t you say โ€˜helloโ€™ back?โ€ Bree asked, whispering incredulously. โ€œBecause I was caught off-guard.โ€ Y/n answered, whispered back afraid the werewolves would hear.
In my room there's a king size space Bigger than it used to be If you want you can rent that place Call me an amenity, oh oh Even if it's in my dreams, oh
Y/n arrived at the door to his next class and stood outside talking to Bree. โ€œSince when are you interested in a relationship anyways?โ€ she asked, waiting for the bell to ring. โ€œBecause I feel ready, and I want to have someone.โ€ Y/n replied, hopelessly. โ€œAnd that someone is, Stilinski?โ€ Bree questioned, judgementally. โ€œDonโ€™t judge me.โ€ Y/n complained, as he entered the classroom and took a seat at his table.
Ooh you're taking up a fraction of my mind Oooooh every time I watch you serpentine
Oh I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Not to think about you No, no, no, no, not to think about you No, no, no, no, I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Not to give in to you No, no, no, no, not to give in to you.
With my feelings on fire Guess I'm a bad liar
Y/n sat in front of Stiles, a strategy in trying to get over him, unfortunately Stiles sat directly behind him so that he could sit next to Scott. Y/n had kept his head down and focused on his work, waiting for his test results that the teacher was busy handing out. Y/n had received his test results and mentally celebrated his excellent results. In this moment, there was no thought of Stiles Stilinski until he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind.
He turned around and his eyes meet brown, chocolate ones. โ€œI saw your test score. You did pretty great.โ€ Stiles complimented with a smile, โ€œThank you, Stiles.โ€ Y/n thanked, nervously. โ€œPlease donโ€™t disturb others, Mr Stilinski.โ€ The teacher reprimanded, with a look. โ€œSorry teach!โ€ Stiles mockingly apologised, giving Y/n a wink to which he returned with a blush and a smile before turning to face the front again. He was hoping that no werewolf in the class was listening to his heartbeat.
I see how your attention builds It's like looking in a mirror Your touch like a happy pill But still all we do is fear, oh oh What could possibly happen next? Can we focus on the love? Paint my kiss across your chest If you're the art, I'll be the brush
Y/n sat with Bree on the stands watching Beacon Hills High play against Devenford Prep in a lacrosse game. The match was heated as they were tied and there only two minutes on the clock. The stands were watching with bated breath until Stiles suddenly scored a goal causing the stands to erupt in excitement. Time was up and the game was over, people rushed off the stands. โ€œIโ€™m gonna find Greenberg. See you later.โ€ Bree said, giving Y/n a kiss on the cheek before leaving him.
โ€œHey Y/n! You came to watch the game?โ€ Mr Stilinski asked, approaching him. โ€œI did, my friend wanted to watch her boyfriend and needed some company.โ€ He answered his neighbour. โ€œYou need a ride, home?โ€ the sheriff offered, but before he could answer Stiles excitedly appeared. โ€œWell done, my son scored the winning goal!โ€ Mr Stilinski boasted, causing Stiles to roll his eyes before noticing Y/nโ€™s presence. โ€œCongrats Stiles.โ€ Y/n cooly said, giving him a smile and earned one in return with a thanks.
And oh baby let's make Reality, actuality, a reality Oh baby let's make Reality, actuality, a reality Oh
Y/n watched Stiles walked toward Malia and give her a hug before closing his eyes and looking in the other direction. He rejected Noahโ€™s offer for a ride home and decided to walk. โ€œHey Y/n! Wait up!โ€ a voiced called to him from behind, on his walk. He turned to the voice and lo and behold, there was Stiles running up to him still in his lacrosse uniform. โ€œYou know itโ€™s dangerous to walk alone in the middle of night.โ€ Stiles warned as he reached Y/n who didnโ€™t look him in the eye.
โ€œWell you know me, I live for danger.โ€ Y/n joked before sneezing and rubbing his arms. โ€œI actually donโ€™t know you.โ€ Stiles disagreed, as he placed his lacrosse jacket over Y/nโ€™s shoulders to get him warm.
โ€œWeโ€™re not friends so youโ€™re not expected to.โ€ Y/n responded, holding the jacket around his figure as the scent of Stilesโ€™ cologne became stronger.
โ€œWell, we should hang out sometime. You can bring Bree and I can bring my friends. So that we can all be friends. What about tomorrow?โ€
And there was the word that made Y/nโ€™s heart sting: Friends. In that moment he remembered why he couldnโ€™t be with Stiles and so the wise decision would be reject to the offer and forget about Stiles Stilinski entirely. โ€œItโ€™s a date. Bye and thank you for walking me home.โ€ Y/n quickly said before entering his house and shutting the door on Stilesโ€™ face. He made his way to his room and once inside he noticed something in his full-length mirror.
He was still wearing Stilesโ€™ lacrosse jacket. And he heard a ding from his phone and pulled it out see a message: You looked too cute wearing my jacket for me to ask for it back. See you on our date tomorrow ๐Ÿ˜‰ โ€“ Stiles.
With my feelings on fire Guess I'm a bad liar.
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Trees and Tennis Balls
Another random bit of fluff involving Stiles...
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โ€œHey, didnโ€™t you break your wrist doing something exactly like this?โ€
You couldnโ€™t help the smirk from forming while watching Stilesโ€™ antics. Why exactly he felt it was quite so important to get back a tennis ball which heโ€™d been throwing around, you had no idea. It had really been your fault that the ball was now in the tree, as you had crept up on your best friend before wrapping your hands over his eyes. It had made him jump so violently the ball was launched into the air, and was wedged in some branches. Branches he was now trying to climb up to. This would not end well.
โ€œWhat happened on that day is something we do not talk about. That was between me and the tree.โ€ Stiles was a little more than a foot off the ground, and already had bits of twig and leaves in his hair.
Stiles had been 12 when he decided to spend his summer seeing how high he could climb a particular tree in the park. You had been there when he fell, landing badly on his arm and cutting his eyebrow open as his head hit the ground. You had screamed the place down until someone came running. It wasnโ€™t the broken bones or the blood that had caused your scream. You could still remember the abject terror you felt at seeing the boy you knew so well laying so unnaturally still.
โ€œOoookay. Something you want to tell me? Are you two still in a committed relationship?โ€ You couldnโ€™t help the mocking tone as you giggled a little at his continued efforts.
โ€œWhat? Oh my God, no. Just no. Look, I may have some skills in climbing trees, I never said anything about getting down from them!โ€ he grinned, before his smile dropped away when he saw your face. โ€œHey, itโ€™s okay. Whereโ€™s that smile gone, hmm? Show me that smile, sweetie, and I shall leap through these branches, without fear!โ€
You tried to smile at him, your gaze faltering to the ground as the memories kept resurfacing. You nibbled your lip, a nervous habit that you knew Stiles would recognise, no matter how much you tried to hide it. You heard a thump as his feet landed back on the ground, before his shoes appeared in your field of vision.
โ€œEyes up kiddo, my face is up here!โ€ Stiles put his index finger under your chin to gently raise your eye line. โ€œItโ€™s okay, yโ€™know? Here I am, back on terra firma.โ€ He spoke more softly, knowing what was going through your head. You smiled, taking a deep breath to clear your mind.
โ€œSti, is it really that important? Canโ€™t we just leave it?โ€
โ€œNope, not happening. I have a distinct emotional attachment to that ball, which you can only be in awe of.โ€
โ€œRightโ€ฆ So how about we get it without you having to risk life and limb, never mind dignity?โ€
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๐“๐‡๐„๐˜'๐‘๐„ ๐๐‹๐”๐„ โ€” ๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‹๐„๐’ ๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‹๐ˆ๐๐’๐Š๐ˆ
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๐’๐”๐Œ๐Œ๐€๐‘๐˜: Hereโ€™s a little werewolf au I conjured up. The supermoon overpowers Stiles control resulting in a casualty.
๐–๐€๐‘๐๐ˆ๐๐†(๐’): ANGST, mentions of dying
๐–๐Ž๐‘๐ƒ ๐‚๐Ž๐”๐๐“: 1,477
๐๐€๐ˆ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐†: Werewolf!Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader
๐€/๐: Hope you guys like it! โ™ก I tried with the eyes lol, I donโ€™t how to use after effects yet, had to turn to photoshop. :/
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You didnโ€™t expect to become the only human in the pack. You see there were two humans in the pack, You and Stiles, but after what happened to Stiles, he didnโ€™t have much of a choice. Stileโ€™s life was at stake. He was practically on his deathbed. So, you had to turn to your only option left, Scott. Scott bit Stiles to save his life. It was hard enough as it was, but Stiles becoming a werewolf, now that was even harder. He had a hard time trying to control his shifting. But he had his friends to help him along the way.
โ€œTell me again why weโ€™re here?โ€ Malia asked. She clearly wasnโ€™t in the mood to attend another pack meeting.
โ€œBecause thereโ€™s a supermoon tonight, and we need to make sure nobody does anything stupid.โ€ All eyes turn to face Liam.
โ€œOh, come on, it was one time.โ€ He whined.
โ€œYeah, and itโ€™s forever engraved in our heads,โ€ Stiles told him.ย 
โ€œIt was really hot out that night.โ€ He shrugged.
โ€œBeacon Hills usually is during the summer.โ€ Stiles quipped.
โ€œOkay we get it guys, knock it off you two.โ€ You gave a playful stern look to them. Whether those two believed it or not they were the best of pals. Liam looked up to Stiles and Scott, but he would appreciate it more if the guidance didnโ€™t consist of the constant sarcasm and teasing.ย 
โ€œY/nโ€™s right, we have a serious matter, this isnโ€™t like any other moon weโ€™ve been through, the supermoon will make us more aggressive, stronger, even violent, and we have to stay alert at all times, we canโ€™t risk anyone getting hurt,โ€ Scott informed his pack.
โ€œOr killed,โ€ Malia said.ย 
โ€œExactly.โ€ Scott nodded.
โ€œSo how will we be able to control it?โ€ Hayden questioned.
โ€œWe have chains, shouldnโ€™t that at least help get you all through the night?โ€ Lydia said.
โ€œItโ€™s not enough, everyone would break free instantly.โ€ Scott shook his head.ย 
โ€œWhat about mountain ash, would that hold you guys back?โ€ Mason suggested.ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s not a bad idea.โ€ Stiles nodded.
โ€œGreat problem solved! Um, but what are we going to do about the human in the room?โ€ You pointed at yourself.
โ€œThe humanโ€ฆwill stay as far away from any of us.โ€ Stiles flailed his arms around gesturing to the supernatural beings in the room.
โ€œI want to help.โ€ You pleaded.
โ€œNo, Iโ€™m not risking putting you in danger.โ€
โ€œI am perfectly capable of staying away from danger.โ€ Stiles stood silent. His shoulders slumped. You were gonna give him a migraine. He looked away shaking his head.
โ€œWhat, I can!โ€ You raised an eyebrow.
โ€œJust stay home tonight Y/n, please, just go home.โ€ He pointed to the door. Every one of them avoids your gaze.ย 
โ€œScott.โ€ You looked at the alpha.ย 
He sheepishly looked up at you, then at Stiles, who shook his head no.ย 
โ€œStiles is right. You could get hurt, Y/n. So stay home okay.โ€
โ€œFine.โ€ You muttered. Little did he know you werenโ€™t going to listen to him.ย 
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โ€œOkay, I think thatโ€™s enough mountain ash to keep you guysโ€™ in.โ€ Mason got up and dusted his palms on his jeans.
โ€œGood job Mason.โ€ Lydia stood beside him behind the line of mountain ash. They decided to keep them all in the library for the night. Scott, Hayden, Liam, Malia, and Stiles were all chained up to poles, the mountain ash was for just in case. All of them could feel how the super moon was affecting them. They let out grunts and growls. Fur growing on their face, claws coming out of their fingernails. It was a recipe for a disaster.
โ€œI think thatโ€™s our cue to leave!โ€ Mason started tugging on Lydiaโ€™s upper arm.
โ€œGood idea.โ€ She nodded her head in agreement. They ran out into the hall hoping that the mountain ash was enough to keep them from running wild into the night. When they thought they were good, it just got worse. They saw you walking past them. Lydia immediately calls after you to retreat.
You walked towards another set of doors pushing it forwards, the door creaking in response. You stood in the hallway. Staring down the dark eery hallways. There wasnโ€™t anyone around. You never liked school at night. That gut feeling in your chest was telling you to turn back, and you almost did, except the low growl behind you caused a chill down your spine. You spun around slowly, your breathing labored as you now face what you were scared of encountering tonight. Your boyfriend was in full rage. You keep still in your tracks as two glowing eyes stare right back at you.
โ€œStiles.โ€ You slowly stood. The only response was a grunt and heavy breathing. That further told your flight or fight response to take a step away from him.
โ€œThis isnโ€™t you okay, itโ€™s the moon taking control of you.โ€ย 
โ€œThis is me!โ€ He roared, making you flinch.
โ€œNo, itโ€™s not!โ€ You cried out. You took each step back with caution.
โ€œBaby, just, just find an anchor, okay? Yeah, an anchor, okay. Think of me.โ€ You nodded.
โ€œThe only thing Iโ€™m thinking is wanting to sink my teeth in that pretty neck of yours!โ€ย 
Oh you were in total shit.
โ€œStiles please, okay. You have to fight this!โ€ You pleaded. You couldnโ€™t stop crying.
โ€œY/N!โ€ You whipped your head to see Lydia and Mason approaching you. Stiles took your distraction as an advantage, rushing forward, full charge, the collision of your bodies was enough to knock you off balance. You slipped on your feet falling on your back.
โ€œStiles...โ€ You whispered out in pain. You watched him slowly hover over you looking at you as if you were prey. Your eyes widened fearing the worst to come.
โ€œNo!โ€ Lydia screamed, she was running to you as fast as she could in her heeled boots. Mason watched in terror as you screamed out in agony.ย 
You didnโ€™t know what was happening. It felt like a blur. You felt a tremendous amount of pain in your chest, your senses were going numb. You were going in and out of an unconscious state of mind. Then everything seemed to go dark. Stiles had finally stopped, his brain slowly starting to process what he just did. His claws were dripping with blood. Your blood. His eyes went back to their original chocolate brown. He hesitantly brought a hand to your face caressing it softly. His eyes trailed down to the gory sight of your chest and stomach covered in claw marks. His doing. He let out a shaky breath as his eyes found your face again. His hand hovering over you, not wanting to further touch you, but his heart was trying to reach out for you
โ€œY/n? Y/n, hey, please wake up.โ€ He whispered. โ€œY/n, please!โ€
โ€œStiles!โ€ Scottโ€™s voice rang out like an echo. Footsteps could be heard beating down the hall, growing closer to the messy sight of you laying still in Stilesโ€™ arms.
โ€œNo, no, no! Y/n!โ€ Stiles yelled out. He brought you into his chest, rocking you back and forth and kissing your temple. Your head pulled back. Eyes closed. Your whole body was limp. You were practically weightless. He could no longer hear your heart beating.
โ€œNo, baby, Iโ€™m sorry, Iโ€™m so sorry.โ€ He choked up. โ€œOpen your eyes, let me see them again, please...โ€ He weeped.
Scott, Malia, Liam, and Hayden didnโ€™t hear the rhythmic beating in your chest no more. You were gone. Lydia was on the floor weeping for you.
Stiles had a feeling that someone was going to end up hurt, he knew the risks of the supermoon, but he didnโ€™t think you were going to be the casualty of tonight, nor did he think that he would be the one to take away your life. Sirens could be heard from a distance. It wasnโ€™t the ambulance though, it was Stilesโ€™ father and Deputy Parrish.
โ€œStiles...โ€ Sheriff Stilinski ran up to his son, his gaze stopped on you. โ€œOh god...Is she?โ€
โ€œYeah,โ€ Lydia responded.
โ€œOh godโ€ฆโ€ Sheriff Stilinski ran a hand down his face. It was bad enough he was dealing with all the supernatural stuff, but to see you, his sonโ€™s girlfriend lying dead in his arms was worse. He saw you like his own daughter and wanted to keep you safe, but then again no one was ever safe in Beacon Hills.
โ€œI killed her dad,โ€ Stiles muttered.ย 
โ€œStiles-โ€ His dad started.
โ€œNo! Sheโ€™s dead because of me. Sheโ€™s dead!โ€ Heย shouted out. All gazes suddenly fell on him.
Everyone knew what would happen if they ever took an innocentโ€™s life. Theyโ€™ve heard the stories. They knew the outcome. They knew how Derek ended up.
โ€œWhat?โ€ He cried out.ย 
โ€œStilesโ€ฆyour eyes, theyโ€™re blue.โ€
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strangers - stiles stilinski
summary: you decided that heโ€™s a stranger to you a long time ago, but what if tragedy strikes and the only person that could help you is him?
word count: 4.8k
warnings: cursing, fights, angst, slight fluff, vomit?, a little violence
a/n: so sorry i have been mia for months, i moved out and am finally living (as in not being stuck in my room all the time) i have this enemies-to-lovers fic siting for the longest time in my draft so hope yall like it! the italic bolded ones are flashbacks in case it gets pretty confusing. and i would like to apologize beforehand ๐Ÿค 
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Strangersโ€”theyโ€™re not always the people we donโ€™t know. Some of them can be by choice, someone we chose to forget.
Sighing at the thought of another dreadful day at school, you drag your feet towards your first class. Your muscle memory kicking in, you pick the seat at the back corner, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible as you wish you can hide under a huge invisible cloak. After dumping your bag onto the floor next to the table, your body lazily sinks into the chair. Shuffling inside the pocket of your hoodie, you take out your phone and click it on, looking at the time.
7.50 A.M.
For once, you are early. Class starts at 8, so you have an extra 10 minutes to waste. As you begin to think about ways to kill the time, you hear two familiar voices growing louder as they enter the class.
You know those voices by heart. The voices that would always cheer you up when you were sad, the voices that continuously came up with jokes every day, but also the same voices that have shattered the only living soul you have left. How could one bring so much joy but also pain?
โ€œCome on, Stiles. Star Wars? Again? Donโ€™t you have any other movies to watch for our weekly movie nights?โ€ you grumbled irritatedly.
โ€œLast week, Scott picked some lame-ass rom-com and forced us to sit through it so this week itโ€™s MY turn for revenge.โ€ He emphasized the โ€˜myโ€™ and crossed his arms across his chest, smirking at the thought of his genius evil plan.
โ€œFine, but next week Iโ€™m making you watch Spiderman.โ€
His curled lips dropped flat instantly. โ€œSpiderman? Y/N, you know I am a DC man. Why would you do this to me?โ€ he whined in disbelief which earned a maniacal laugh from you.
โ€œWell, as you said before Stilinski, that is MY turn for revenge.โ€
Losing yourself in your thoughts, 10 minutes have long passed as the coach abruptly enters the classroom.
โ€œThis is the right class, right? Yeah, I think so.โ€ He mumbles to himself as he places his stuff onto the teacherโ€™s desk and clears his throat.
โ€œSince Iโ€™m busy today, you will be doing a pair project.โ€
And the class goes wild.
โ€œHey, shut up. Iโ€™m not done yet.โ€ Coach yells which gradually silences the class.
โ€œBefore all of you got too happy, I will be picking the pairs. Some of you depended on other students too much and that is not good.โ€ He shakes his head, trailing off the subject.
โ€œSo, uhm, Iโ€™m just going to write the pairs on the board and the instructions. While Iโ€™m at it, please for the love of God shut your mouth.โ€
You are surprised. As a generally unlucky person, today doesnโ€™t seem so bad. You wonโ€™t have to sit through coachโ€™s lectures for 2 periods, which you consider as a total win.
However, your triumph does not last long as the words written messily on the board haunt you.
Pair 3: Y/F/N Y/L/N, Stiles Stilinski
Fuck-
โ€œOkay, so all you have to do is collect some general information regarding the market structures and make a mind map. Simple. Now, huddle up with your buddies and get to work.โ€
Even after everyone starts grouping up with their partners, you are still slumped in the corner, not having any sort of will or energy left to interact with Stiles Stilinski.
Thankfully (or not), Stiles decides to make the first move, his silhouette towering your sitting figure. As you strictly look at your phone, a loud screech filled your ears, Stiles noisily dragging a vacant chair next to your table.
โ€œY/N,โ€ he called in a tone you canโ€™t quite comprehend.
God.
โ€œYeah,โ€ you replied bluntly, glancing up.
โ€œI- um, I wanted to say-โ€œ
โ€œSorry, what? I canโ€™t hear you.โ€
In fact, you actually can. Hell, you even know what heโ€™s about to say. But you do not brace yourself for this. You can barely look at him, let alone talk to him.
โ€œHey, movie night at 7?โ€ You nudged on Stiles' arms, startling him, busy going through a bunch of papers on his desk.
โ€œUhh, no. Iโ€™m busy tonight.โ€ He glanced to you for a second then proceeds to occupy himself.
โ€œOkay, how about tomorrow?โ€
Missing your best friends, you were determined to get the band back together. Stiles and Scott had been exceptionally busy for the past few days and you were not quite sure why.
At first, you thought maybe it had something to do with the new girl, Allison. Scott seemed to be all over her. But then there was that creepy peculiar guy, Derek, who was borderline stalking them. They started to ditch you alone, running off to some secret mission, and you were tired of it. Why were they keeping it from you? Did they not trust you enough?
โ€œAlso busy,โ€ he muttered, his focus still fully on the pile of paper. Your mouth gaped to come up with something that would get them to spend time with you but was interrupted by the ringing of the bell. In a flash, Stiles stood up, aimlessly gathering his papers, and zoomed out of the class, leaving your deadpanned state unattended.
From the widely-opened door, you could see Stiles rushing over to Scott. He told Scott something inaudible unless you got some sort of super-hearing, but from the look on Scottโ€™s face, it mustโ€™ve been urgently distressing. Both of them bolted out of the school together without you, once again.
โ€œIโ€™ll do the monopoly and monopolistic competition and you do perfect competition and oligopoly. Iโ€™ll draw the mind map after school,โ€ you state clearly and monotonously, wanting to quickly get this over with.
โ€œY/N, I-โ€œ
โ€œIs it unclear?โ€ you snap, rather cold.
โ€œNo, but-โ€œ
โ€œOkay, then. You better start reading.โ€ You heavily lift your book out of the bag and drop it on top of your table.
โ€œWhat the hell just happened? Scott? Stiles?โ€
Your quizzical eyes darted waveringly between the two jittery boys, confused and infuriated.
Earlier, the boys had invited you, Allison, Lydia, and Jackson to come over and study. For a while there, you were hopeful. You thought that this small gathering could be a step closer to things going back to how it was, but displeasingly, you were absolutely mistaken.
โ€œI donโ€™t know, itโ€™s-โ€œ
โ€œWhat kind of lie are you coming up with now huh, Stiles? I know you know something!โ€ you confronted.
โ€œY/N, we didnโ€™t-โ€œ
โ€œOh, you think I didnโ€™t notice? That guy Derek? Then both of you suddenly went M.I.A for days? And donโ€™t get me started with the โ€˜Sorry, Deaton needs me at the clinicโ€™ or โ€˜Sorry, my dad called me, gotta goโ€™. Weโ€™ve been friends since we were 10 for fucks sake!โ€
Gladly the three of you were left alone because you were furiously shouting at this point. Allison offered to drive Lydia home the moment she sensed the unnerving tension between the three of you.
โ€œAnd now, even after whatever that thing is just almost killed us, you still think I donโ€™t deserve to know the truth?โ€
You shot the two boys death glares through your teary eyes which they actively try to avoid. They looked miserably guilty, something you currently want them to feel.
โ€œYou know what, Iโ€™m done. Donโ€™t bother chasing after me to explain. I can just ask Allison.โ€ And with that bitter statement, you left the two stunned boys standing frozen on the front porch.
Both of you are quietly reading through the materials and highlighting the key points. You silently thank Stiles for not trying to initiate another awkward conversation, which probably is caused by your previous intimidation.
Luckily, time seems to fly as the bell rings, indicating the end of the class. Not wanting to spend another second in this hellhole, you immediately left the class.
Following that incident, Stiles and Scott tried to reach you for days. Your phone would constantly light up once every few hours with either Scottโ€™s or Stilesโ€™ name lighting up the lockscreen.
After a week or so, the calls eventually came to a halt. You were relieved the ongoing calls that you have convinced yourself were bothering you stopped. But deep down all those denials, you couldnโ€™t help but feel disappointed that they gave up on you so effortlessly.
At the same time, you couldnโ€™t blame them either. You were pretty ruthless.
Things never went back to normal. You avoided them at all cost, stop sitting at their table, vowing to never speak to them ever again.
You knew that keeping grudges would eventually hurt you more than it should but you were headstrong.
They did not trust you. They lied to you. They have made their bed and now youโ€™re just simply letting them sleep on it.
However, this didnโ€™t stop you from being attentive towards them. From time to time, you tried to keep tabs on them by checking in with Allison. But that was until she passed away.
The news left you completely devastated and heartbroken. Even though you were not on good terms with Scott and Stiles, you were still close with Allison.
She was your best friend. She patiently supported you through the heartache of losing your two best friends, she taught you how to stand strong independently, she gave you hope on the brighter days that had yet to come, but most importantly, she trusted you when Scott and Stiles didnโ€™t.
You were also aware of the whole void situation, which pained you more than you thought it would. The thought of the vibrant, eccentric Stiles going through unspeakable agony and remorse wrecked you.
During Allisonโ€™s funeral, you decided that letting your distant facade down just for a day to console the pack wonโ€™t kill you.
Approaching them after the reception, a surprised look was painted on each of their faces, especially Scott and Stiles. You gave your condolences to everyone and hugged Stiles and Scott, something you havenโ€™t done in ages. Their bodies stiffen from your unexpected action, but soon they melt into the hug and cling onto you tightly, finally accepting that you were really embracing them.
After pulling apart, you excused Scott to give you and Stiles a moment alone.
โ€œStiles, I know youโ€™re thinking that this is your fault but listen to me, it is not. You were not in control. You were not you. You did not do this.โ€
Upon hearing comforting words from his long-lost friend, he let out an excruciating sob. Instinctively, you pulled him into your embrace once again as he squeezed you tighter.
You might not be able to forgive him yet but at least you could be there with him through this disastrous nightmare.
The whole day, you try to steer clear of Stiles or the pack. You know heโ€™s trying to get a hold of you, probably wanting to discuss the unfinished project; but we donโ€™t need to add more to the plate, donโ€™t we?
Once school ended, you quickly rush home. From a distance, you can hear Stiles call out your name. But being the excellent evader you claim to be, you ignore them.
Just as you think the day canโ€™t get any worse, the doorbell in your house chimes, indicating a guest present on your doorsteps. You sigh, knowing who is standing behind that door and this time you canโ€™t dodge it.
So much for being an excellent evader.
โ€œWhat?โ€ you ask, getting straight to the point.
โ€œWe havenโ€™t finished our project. I want to help you do the mind map.โ€ He stares at you innocently, fumbling with his hands.
After all these years and he still got those puppy eyes.
โ€œItโ€™s fine, I can do it myself.โ€ You try closing the door but he beats you to it.
โ€œCome on, Y/N. I donโ€™t want you ratting me out to Coach for forced labor, so please just let me in and weโ€™ll work on it together,โ€ he whines, hand still holding the door open.
Even after everything, you still canโ€™t bring yourself to decline him. You have always had a soft spot for Stiles, which you are planning to terminate because it is starting to be troublesome.
โ€œFine,โ€ you grunt in defeat.
A favorable grin is plastered on his face as he steps into your house.
Things seemed to change after Allisonโ€™s death. You noticed fresh faces joining the pack while familiar ones went away.
But out of the several new members, one had caught your eye the most. Her nameโ€™s Malia if youโ€™re not mistaken; a snarky brunette, whoโ€™s built like a model too by the way.
From what you could tell from the persistent PDA, she was dating Stiles. Yeah, you werenโ€™t exactly in a position to have a say on it, but you were getting real sketchy vibes from her, or so you thought.
โ€œStiles, youโ€™re still coming over right?โ€ you heard Malia speak to your ex-best friend as you opened your locker across from them.
โ€œYeah, definitely. Iโ€™ll teach you maths too since youโ€™re so bad at it.โ€ You tried not to overhear their conversation but you just couldnโ€™t help it.
โ€œThanks. Youโ€™re the best!โ€ she cried out as she treaded away from Stiles, a pang striking your chest.
Maybe, youโ€™re just slightly jealous.
Okay, slightly was an understatement.
It seemed like youโ€™re still unable to completely erase your suppressed attraction towards him, even when clearly he had.
To minimize any sort of unnecessary interaction, you try to fully put your focus on the projectโ€”which works. For the past 15 minutes, the two of you are settled in your living room in silence, minding your own business.
At least until Stiles decides to be clumsy and drop his plastic cup, water spilling all over the floor. You roll your eyes and grab a cloth from the kitchen to clean up the mess.
โ€œShit, Iโ€™m so sorry,โ€ he curses under his breath as you are drying up the floor.
โ€œItโ€™s fine.โ€
No actually, itโ€™s not. This situation right here is not fine. Youโ€™ve had the shittiest day at school and to make it even worse, Stiles decides to show up uninvitedly at your house which is supposedly your only stress-free zone.
โ€œIโ€™ll help you clean it up.โ€ He squats down, trying to get the cloth from your grip.
โ€œNo, you donโ€™t have to.โ€ You donโ€™t want him to cause any more inconvenience, even though you know very well he doesnโ€™t mean it.
โ€œI want to help Y/N, I-โ€œ
โ€œWhat, Stiles? You want to help? Then please for the love of God, leave me alone!โ€ You stand up and snap at him, a bit too loudly. You feel bad for being too hard on him when heโ€™s only trying to help, but youโ€™re unable to extinguish your growing anger.
He straightens up, his once warm face turn into an enraged frown.
โ€œIs this still about what happened back then? Fuck, Y/N. Iโ€™ve said sorry, Scott has, thousands of times. But you still donโ€™t want to forgive us. So tell me now Y/N, what should I do, huh?โ€
The sudden increase in his volume catch you by surprise. He has always been so radiant and carefree, you have never seen him this mad. But despite that, the rage inside of you still does not subdue.
You let out a humorless chuckle.
โ€œThatโ€™s where youโ€™re wrong, Stiles. You think that I get to choose not to forgive you, that Iโ€™m the evil one and maybe I am at some point. But donโ€™t you dare pull the victim card here.โ€
Your sight becomes blurry as your eyes start to sting from all the overwhelming emotions but you can care less.
โ€œYou lied to me. You left me alone, confused, scared, even after knowing very well how my mom lied to me about my father abandoning me. You know how much I relied on you and Scott, but you still broke my trust. You hurt me. And you think a bunch of โ€œsorryโ€s will immediately fix that? Itโ€™s not that simple, Stiles.โ€
Youโ€™re not screaming as loud as you did before. The tone of your voice softens as a new emotion takes control over your bodyโ€”pain.
Frustrated, Stiles rummages through his hair while letting out a scoff.
โ€œBut itโ€™s not just a bunch of โ€œsorryโ€s isnโ€™t it? We kept on calling you after that day. We tried approaching you at school. Fuck, I even tried to be nice to you earlier today. But guess what I got in return? Another silent treatment. Why canโ€™t you just fucking move on already? Youโ€™re being too overdramatic. No wonder your mom lied to you.โ€
Bang.ย His words hit you like a bullet, piercing right through your heart.
Your once agape mouth closes shut, your furrowed eyebrows straighten. Stiles has crossed the line this time.
โ€œGet out,โ€ you spat, emotionless.
โ€œY/N, I didnโ€™t mean to-โ€œ
โ€œI SAID GET OUT, STILES,โ€ you yell at the top of your lungs, frightening him. With horror painted all over his face, he immediately picks up his bag and exits your house, too frightened to say anything else.
As the door shuts, more tears start to flow down your cheeks. You are exhausted. Todayโ€™s fiascos have drained every ounce of energy you have left, leaving you like a corpse.
After getting your lifeless, sickly self to shower, you directly plop into your bed, curling yourself in the soft quilt of your blanket. Needing an escape from this dreadful reality, you flutter your eyes shut, instantaneously falling asleep.
You wake up to your accustomed alarm, growling at the blaring sound you set. Finally having enough will to get out of bed, you head to your bathroom.
Turning on the lights, your reflection in the mirror stares back at you.
Gosh, you look dead.
Your skin is as pale as a sheet, your eyes are puffy with prominent dark circles forming under them, your hair is messy and icky. You feel disgustingly terrible.
Dabbing a whole lot of concealer on your skin, you get ready for school; deciding to put whatever catastrophe that had happened yesterday behind you.
Fortunately, you only have one class with Stiles for the day. The day goes by pretty fast and to your delight, pretty decent too, probably because you spend a few periods in the infirmary.
But again, the universe seems to find so much pleasure in inflicting pain on you.
Midway through the class, a sharp sting strikes your head. Interrupting Mr. Yukimura, you excuse yourself to leave the class.
As you reach the empty halls, you feel an eerie sensation creeping all over your body. Alarmed for some reason you donโ€™t know, you scan the halls hastily. You can see nothing, but you do hear something. A bug-like, rattling noise gradually fills your ears, followed by a raspy, unearthly wheeze.
What the fuck is happening?
Youโ€™re shivering, cold sweats covering your body. Not being able to stand the unknown terrors, you abruptly sprint to the vacant locker room.
Bad idea. Shouldโ€™ve picked a more crowded room.
Securing yourself in a room alone definitely does not make you feel any safer. The rattling has stopped but the ominous feeling only grew more prominent.
You are about to escape before sudden nausea hits you. Before you knew it, your knees drop to the floor, your throat retching, vomiting a slimy, ink-like substance.
Now you are horrified.
The door to the locker room flies open, showing two familiar figures. Their eyes find your unusually glowing whiskey-colored ones.
โ€œFuck, sheโ€™s one of them,โ€ Stiles spoke, eyes fixated only on you.
Scott rushes over to you as Stiles stands still, trying to let the sight in front of him sink in. While bracing your fragile body to a steady sitting position, Scott checks in on you with a few โ€œare you okay?โ€s to which you shake your head.
โ€œWhat is happening to me, Scott?โ€ you question, panic in your eyes.
After hearing a very complicated and detailed explanation about chimeras and the dread doctors, you are left speechless in front of all the members of the pack who came running right away at the bad news a while ago when you were still seated frozen in a shocked haze.
โ€œOkay so, let me summarize everything,โ€ you mutter so softly to the point it sounds like a whisper while standing up, Stiles hands instinctively finding your body to support you.
โ€œI am a chimera, which is a scientifically-made supernatural creature. The dread doctors, the psychos who are behind this, are going to take me away,โ€ you enunciate to the packโ€”more like to yourselfโ€”to prove your understanding of the matter in which Scott nods in return.
He then tries to come up with a plan to save you from being taken, but youโ€™re not really listening.
Even though you look composed, you are actually on edge, occasionally convincing yourself that everything is under control.
From the very little you heard, basically, they plan on keeping you here in the locker room for the rest of the dayโ€”something to do with the telluric currents.
After the plan is finalized, everyone departs for their appointed roles, leaving only one person behind to watch over you.
Out of everyone in the pack, why him?
โ€œI have a spare shirt in my locker, do you maybe want to change into them?โ€ Stiles pointed to your now stained white T-shirt.
You are about to refuse the boyโ€™s offer but looking at the matching black splatter on your shirt and the floor makes you feel queasy, so you comply.
โ€œOkay, weโ€™ll go to the boyโ€™s locker room and leave this mess here.โ€
โ€œWe should clean it-โ€œ
โ€œNo, youโ€™re not in the state to do any work. Iโ€™ll ask someone to clean it up later.โ€ He grabs your arm and leads you out the door to the boyโ€™s locker room, which is no different than the girlโ€™s, pretty disappointing.
Stiles rummages his locker for a second before handing his grey shirt to you.
You stare at him, waiting for him to give you some privacy to change your clothes. But it seems like he isnโ€™t getting the memo.
โ€œWhat?โ€ he blurts so blatantly as you sigh in return.
Oh God has he always been this slow?
โ€œAre you planning on cheating on Malia? Because Iโ€™m about to change here and unless youโ€™re blind, youโ€™re going to have to see me pretty much naked.โ€ His jaw drops at your snarky remark. His face growing warmer as itโ€™s tinted with a crimson color.
โ€œO-Oh yeah, of course. Iโ€™m no longer dating Malia though but uhh thatโ€™s not important. Iโ€™ll turn around- Or do you want me to leave the room? I can do that.โ€ He fidgeted, totally taken aback and flustered.
โ€œDonโ€™t leave me alone, please. Just turn around.โ€
Both of you are astonished by your statement. But itโ€™s the truth. Alone, you were petrified. At least being with Stiles makes you feel a little more secure.
Just a day ago you were shouting for him to leave, but now you practically begged him to stay. How ironic.
After you have changed into his cozy oversized shirt which for the record smells like his aftershave that you liked, you keep away your dirty shirt, sit on the bench beside him, and thank him.
Once again, silence befalls the both of you. The air between you two today has somehow shifted from yesterday. Itโ€™s still thick and tensed, but not full of rage and resentment.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry about yesterday,โ€ he mutters after a while with his head low.
โ€œStiles-โ€œ
โ€œNo, I have to say it. You were right. I was so stupid. I should have never blamed you for not being able to trust me. Iโ€™ve hurt you, Y/N, and I deserve this.โ€ His regretful honey eyes are fixed deeply into yours.
Despite the guilt building up inside your body, you do not reply to him straight away. You need time to process this.
Are you still mad at him? Yes. But do you feel bad for being mean towards him? Also yes.
As you are contemplating, the door to the locker room swings open, revealing Scott and the others.
Liam is clutching a large navy duffel bag in his hand, its contents still a mystery to you. Lydia and a man who you arenโ€™t familiar with are carrying a bunch of radio transmitters. Malia is holding a steel bat, which later on is passed over to Stiles.
Once they are all inside, they start to get busy. Lydia, Stiles, and the guyโ€”Parrish, according to what you heard the pack calls himโ€”go around the room, placing the equipment all over it. Malia and Liam are near the door, pushing the shelves to cover all the exits except the main one. And Scott is hovering over the duffel bag which was placed earlier on the bench across you.
He slowly zips the bag open, inspecting it. Being your inquisitive self, you lift your head up to get a better view. But before you get a sight of anything, Scott zips it back close and takes it with him.
After everyoneโ€™s done with their designated tasks, they all gather to form a small circle, yourself included.
โ€œOkay, Lydia and Parrish, you two stay in the car outside. Malia and Liam, stand by in the halls. Me, Stiles, and Y/N will stay here. Got it?โ€ Scott instructs clearly to which everybody nods and proceed to their assigned areas.
All of them seem so prepared as if they are properly equipped for battle, except you.
Minutes have passed as there is no sign of the dread doctors. You are sitting quietly on the bench, fumbling with your fingers as Stiles and Scott pace around the room.
Your eyes darted from the two mobile boys to the duffel bag resting on the bench in front of you. Now, youโ€™re curious.
When Scott isnโ€™t looking, you swiftly slide to the opposite bench and zip the bag open, uncovering a bunch of weighty chains.
โ€œWhat are these for?โ€ Your voice echoes through the noiseless room, earning glances from them both.
โ€œI brought them, just in case.โ€ Scott moves closer to where you are.
โ€œIn case of what?โ€ You donโ€™t quite understand what he is implying.
โ€œIn case we have a chance to catch one of them,โ€ Scott answered composedly.
โ€œWhat?โ€ Stiles snaps from behind Scott.
โ€œIf we canโ€™t make the school a fortress, maybe we can make it a trap.โ€ Scottโ€™s attempt to explain to the two of you only receives a scoff of disbelief from Stiles.
โ€œAnd youโ€™re making her the bait?โ€ he questions sharply.
โ€œThatโ€™s not what I said-โ€œ
โ€œYeah, right.โ€ Stiles rolls his eyes as Scott glances over to you, an apologetic look plastered on his face.
You donโ€™t know what to feel about this situation. Yes, you are hurt that Scott possibly considered you as bait. But rationally, he does have a point. At the same time, you are also impressed at Stiles' initiative to immediately defend you.
โ€œWait a minute, I hear something. Iโ€™ll go out and check it. You two stay here.โ€ Before any of you can protest, Scott fleets out of the room.
And then thereโ€™s two. Awkward silence once again engulfs the two of you. But this time, youโ€™re the one who breaks it.
โ€œThank you, for defending me,โ€ you utter gently as he sat beside you.
โ€œOf course, Y/N. Always. I will always protect you.โ€ He grasps your hands into his, giving you a reassuring smile, relieved that you finally drop your cold exterior.
The long-awaited moment of truce you two are sharing is sadly interrupted by the familiar rattling noise that unexpectedly appeared, causing you to stand up, followed by Stiles.
โ€œStiles, I hear them,โ€ you quiver, fear rushing through your body.
โ€œMe too. Hey, Scott?โ€ He forms a half-circle using his palms, cupping them around this mouth. He continues to call out his best friendโ€™s name a few more times before he retreats.
โ€œWhere the fuck is he?โ€ Exasperated and worried, he restlessly gazes around the room.
โ€œTheyโ€™re coming, Stiles.โ€ Feeling hopeless and discouraged, you put your hand on his shoulder, trying to calm his agitated body. You have accepted your fate. Theyโ€™re taking you away.
โ€œNo, Iโ€™m not letting them take you.โ€ His hands caress the sides of your arms, tears forming in his eyes.
โ€œThey will.โ€ Your palms cup his face, thumb wiping away the warm teardrops streaming down his cheeks.
Mirroring your actions, he also cups your cheeks, staring at the little details of your face, memorizing them like itโ€™s the last time heโ€™ll get to be close to you.
Then he tilts his head and leans closer, shutting the distance between your lips. Fluttering your previously widened eyes shut, your lips passionately brushed along his plump ones as your hands fall from his cheeks to his chest, heart pounding loudly, warmth radiating throughout your body.
Just as he initiated it, he pulls away, honey eyes never leaving yours.
โ€œI will find you, okay?โ€ You nod as shadows appear behind Stilesโ€™ figure.
The dread doctors.
He also sensed their presence as he immediately snatches his bat from the bench. He commands you to stay behind him which you obey.
Cowering behind Stilesโ€™ figure, they have the two of you cornered and helpless. He tightens his grip and aggressively swings his bat at one of them but to no avail. Inching closer, they shove him away, grabbing a hold of both your arms.
Youโ€™re hysterically crying out for help, vigorously attempting to break free. Forcefully holding you still, they jab a sharp needle to the side of your neck as your limp body dropped to the ground. Your vision turns dark, the last thing you see is Stilesโ€™ unconscious body lying in front of you.
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spiderman!stiles stilinski x reader
summary; secrets get revealed and yet, you don't believe it
warnings; cursing, kissing
authors note; this spiderman!au is mostly inspired by that one picture of dylan
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"no way, you're not cool enough."
if there's one thing you know about beacon hills, it was extremely unpredictable.
after finding out scott was a werewolf, your life became pretty hectic. you and your friend group were fighting all sort of supernatural villains. from kanimaโ€™s to nogitsuneโ€™s, safe to say you and your friends had your fair share of villains.
the one thing you could've never, ever, predicted was a superhero. you heard that right, the whole city of beacon hills and some surrounding towns had its very own superhero.
it wasn't unusual, there were other superhero around the world. it was just strange beacon hills had one. you had fought all different kinds of supernatural beings and evil people, so why a superhero. it was nice to have someone fight the non-supernatural criminals that were big enough the cause havoc that's too much for the police. but it was all so weird.
the villains kept getting weirder and weirder. it started out with bank robber and thief's, but it escalated, and fast. they started getting comic-like. villains that you would've thought you and your friends fought, but the masked man did.
there was a man who created a pair of metal wings the flew around destroying things, a former scientist turned crazy with robotic tenticles coming out of his back, and even a man who was electric.
sooner or later, it felt normal to have him around. he was like a blessing in disguise. often times you'd see him helping an old lady cross the street or returning a bike to a young boy who had tears in his eyes, he even bought him ice cream afterwards. the whole city fell in love with this masked vigilante, and so did you.
the blue and red clad spandex, mask-wearing, superhero quickly became some sort of celebrity crush. he stole your attention every time anyone mentioned him. you could only imagine what he looked like underneath that mask. the boy who called himself spiderman even sounded attractive.
you pictured this lean yet muscular body, dark colored hair either brown or black, and amazing cheekbones. you had doodled different samples of what he could look like. you had a major crush on someone you didn't even know what looked like.
but what you didn't know is you based your little masked crush on your best friend, stiles. stiles has had the biggest crush on you since forever, and so have you, except you didn't know of it. you always played off because you didn't think you could be attracted to your best friend.
you had spent multiple months wondering who in this crazy town was spiderman, you never, ever, thought it could be your best friend.
you and stiles were currently sitting on your living room floor with all your homework spread across the coffee table. you both were studying for a big test in your upcoming sociology class. you had the tv playing in the background with the news playing.
"okay, true or false: theโ€“" stiles begins to say before the news interrupts him.
it was a news story about spidey's latest take down. "shh!" you silenced stiles to listen closely.
stiles only rolled his eyes at your infatuation to the superhero. he loved that you had a crush on spiderman because he was spiderman, but what he hated was that what if he told you he was spiderman and you were disappointed? what if you didn't like him?
he shook out all those bad thoughts and tuned into to what the news reporter was saying about his latest take down. the female reporter explained how he took down a group of bank robbers with high tech weapons. you partially had hearts for eyes as you watch phone footage of him defending himself. โ€œi hope heโ€™s okay.โ€ stiles heard you mumble to himself.
once the story ended and the commercials rolled through, you put your attention back to stiles and your schoolwork. "i wonder who spiderman is."
"i could be spiderman." stiles said with a shrug.
"ha. funny." you say not taking your eyes off your paper.
you can sense stiles having a look of disbelief. looking up, you proved your senses, his jaw was slack and his brows furrowed. he was spastically trying to find words to say. "its because you aren't cool enough." you shrugged jokingly.
"pfft. whaat?! i am so cool enough to be spiderman." he stammered out.
you were only half-assing your words. of course your best friend was cool enough to be spiderman and you wouldn't doubt it either, considering all the weird stuff in this city. its just, you couldn't picture him as spiderman. you couldn't picture stiles as your masked crush.
weeks went by and the masked man still held your attention. stiles had been debating on whether on not to tell you. his major fear of you being disgusted by him being your masked crush shook him to the core.
it made him wonder how it would be like after he told you. would you be tame about it, would you somehow miraculously like him back, or would you stop being friends and never speak again. he also wondered if you would go and tell the whole city his secret identity.
you had also been doing some thinking of your own. about stiles, specifically. his boyish charm had been sneaking its way to your heart. his witty and sarcastic comebacks, his ability to make you laugh no matter what, and his charming good looks have been wrapped around your brain for weeks.
you didn't want to confirm it, in fear of potentially getting rejected and losing one of the best friendships you had ever experienced, but you had been falling for your best friends. not suddenly, but you realized you had begun falling for him a while ago. you don't know when or how but its been quite a while.
on one uneventful night, on your part, you had been sitting on your bed doing homework. your headphones were blasting your homework playlist loud enough so you couldn't hear any potential distractions. everyone else in the house was asleep so the was for sure gonna be no distractions.
except for the abrupt knock on your second story window. you hadn't heard it the first few knocks, the continuous knocks didn't line up to the beat of the song in your ears so you suspected in was something outside of your headphones.
your bedroom was on the second story and there were no surrounding trees anyone could climbing up or have knock on the window on a windy day. so naturally you were curious, and frankly a bit scared, as to who or what could be at the window.
now stiles had a long, long night. there was a new and unwanted villain in town and stiles, well spiderman, was the first to respond.
the new villain in town called himself grizzly. his motives were unknown but stiles knew he was some sort of ex-fighter with a bear themed design. he wore a suit of fur with real authentic, and sharp, claws. stiles had learned that the hard way.
grizzly had been wrecking havoc on innocent people of beacon hills. he was destroying property and stole valuables all to get the attention of spiderman. for some reason, grizzly had it out for him. the suit grizzly wore made him have some sort of super strength ability, making his jabs more painful.
their fight lasted longer than stiles thought it would. after countless punches, claw marks, and web slinging, the fight was over. the cops finally arrived and removed the costume from grizzly and took him into custody.
it was a nasty fight. stiles had more hits on him than he suspected. despite his mask, he knew he still had multiple cuts and bruises along his face, multiple on his arms and legs, and four deep slashes from grizzly's claws right on his torso, cutting right through his suit. he couldn't go home, not like this, nor to any of his friends houses to keep his identity a secret.
he was limping down the cold asphalt with nothing but the moonlight lighting his path. the roads were empty and stiles was thankful for this, no drivers would wander up to him and ask him for a rideโ€“ he just wanted to be alone.
not completely alone, his subconscious thoughts led him right to your driveway. he sighed, the truth was going to come out sooner or later. he didn't want it to be like this, he didn't want to have to tell you while battered and bruised. he just hoped you would take it lightly.
stiles webbed his way up to your second story window and knocked on your window, slightly wincing from the bruises on his knuckles. he hoped and prayed you weren't asleep as knocked again and again. sooner or later, due to his heightened senses, he heard shuffling around the room.
you had gotten up and cautiously made your way to the window. slowly opening the curtains, you were shocked to see the masked boy you had a crush on at your window. "spiderman?!" you almost shouted but stopped yourself when you remembered the house was sleeping.
he frantically nodded and pointed to the window, telling you to open it.
when he stepped in to your room, you finally see the damage he had taken. the four large slashes really catching your eyes. "holy shit! are you okay? what am i saying, or course you aren't." you rambled on.
spiderman didn't say any words to you, scared you would recognize the voice. "wait a minute," you started. "how did you know where i live? how do you know who i am?"
it was now or never. stiles needed to remove the mask so it wouldn't get weird. he needed to know you were safe.
slowly, he reached his hand the wasn't occupied by holding his side up to his mask and pulled it off his head.
the dark fluffy hair and honey brown eyes were truly recognizable. behind the painful looking bruises and cuts you could see the boy who you loved. for a moment all you saw was stiles, not spiderman, but finally came to your senses. "stiles?!"
"i know, i know. listen, i justโ€“"
"what the hell? how long has this been a thing?"
"umโ€“ well, about a couple years." he finally looked you in the eyes with a pity, half-assed smile, "surprise."
"no way," stiles' eyebrow raised. you decided to poke at him a bit. you weren't mad, a bit surprised in all honesty. but you can discuss all this later after you help clean him up. "you're not cool enough." a smirk almost present.
"whaโ€“" stiles stared before you interrupted him.
"im kidding." you say with a small bit of chuckle. "now," you say looking at his cuts concerned. "what the hell happened to you."
while stiles explained the fight and this man so called named "grizzly", you were cleaning and stitching up his cuts. you needed him to take off his suit so you could have more access to all of his cuts. this left him in only his boxers, which stiles rocked a permanent shade of pink spread across his cheeks.
by the time you finished cleaning up stiles, he looked like the poster child for child safety. "thanks." stiles sheepishly said. between the amount on flinching and blood, you're surprised neither you or stiles didn't pass out.
"its no problem. now, explain everything."
so that's what stiles did. he told you how he was bit by a radioactive spider, he explained all of his new powers, and even explained some of the villains he fought. "still think im not cool enough." stiles said teasing you as he picked up on your amazed expression throughout the storytelling.
"yeah, yeah." you let out a small laugh. "i just did a load of laundry, some of your clothes were in there. i can go get them if you want."
"yeah, sure. that's fine."
as you ran downstairs, stiles rehearsed lines in his head like he was performing in a play. he was trying to figure out everything to say to you.
you also have been doing some thinking of your own. none of your feelings have changed, in fact, your feelings have amplified. having your masked "celebrity" crush be your real life crush.
you returned with a pair of sweat shorts and a t-shirt. "i'll justโ€“ i'll leave you to change."
before you could even turn the doorknob, you felt something attach onto your back and spin you around. you found yourself chest to chest with stiles. he had webslinged you towards him. his arms wrapped around your waist while yours fall to his chest.
both heavy breathing, stiles speaks up first, "i didn't really think this far through." he gave a small chuckle which you returned.
your smiles faltered and silence fell over you two.
oh, fuck it, you both thought while pulling each other closer till your lips met. the molded together like they were meant to be together.
you both pulled away after needed some air, resting your foreheads against each others. โ€œiโ€™m so glad you turned out to be spider-man.โ€ you said just above a whisper, still not taking your foreheads off each other.
โ€œyeah?โ€
โ€œyeah,โ€ you nodded leaning in for another kiss. you two had made you way onto your bed.
โ€œbe mine?โ€ stiles said as he pulled away for air.
you smiled sweetly and nodded, leaning in for another kiss.
after many minutes of kissing, you two were now cuddling in sweet silence. โ€œso am i cool enough now?โ€ stiles brought up. all you did was laugh and nod in response before curling up impossibly closer to him. you had your very own super hero as your boyfriend and you couldnโ€™t be happier.
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๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™œ๐™ž๐™›!
โ€œAre you nervous?โ€ You ask Stiles, noticing that heโ€™s fidgeting a little more than usual. Youโ€™re both currently sitting in the back of his jeep at the Beacon Hills Preserve. This is your favorite date spot, and so is his. Itโ€™s the night before the first day of junior year, and Stiles wanted to get out of the house. You two sit and admire the town lights among the stars.
โ€œAbout school? Nah, nope! Iโ€™m ready to start homework right now.โ€ He shakes himself out of his thoughts, and you know him all too well to know thereโ€™s something on his mind, and itโ€™s definitely not homework.
โ€œStiles, whatโ€™s up? I mean, I know random dates arenโ€™t exactly out of the ordinary with you, but I get the feeling that thereโ€™s something else you dragged me out here for.โ€
โ€œYou know me so well, you see right through me.โ€ He sighs smiling.
โ€œSo whatโ€™s up?โ€ You ask him.
Stiles takes a deep breath, and itโ€™s then that your heart drops into you stomach. You get the hint that whatever heโ€™s wanting to say is serious, and your mind scatters to the worst.
โ€œY/N, weโ€™re about to start our junior year together.โ€
๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต? ๐˜–๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜บโ€ฆ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ?
โ€œWhich is supposed to be the most difficult school year, and not to mention whatever the supernatural will throw at us this year.โ€
โ€œOkay.โ€ You reply. ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ต?
Stiles takes another deep breath, grabbing your hands to hold in his. โ€œWhat Iโ€™m saying is, thereโ€™s going to be a lot of hardships ahead. But thereโ€™s one thing in my life that isnโ€™t hard or difficult.โ€
๐˜–๐˜ฉ.
โ€œBeing with you, Y/Nโ€ฆBeing with you is easy. Loving you is easy.โ€ Your eyes begin to well up at his words.
โ€œStiles-โ€œ
โ€œNope! Donโ€™t interrupt me! Iโ€™ve got this all memorized and I donโ€™t wanna lose my place!โ€ He stops me, and you laugh.
โ€œLoving you is easy, Y/N/N, and I want it to stay that way. I want you every day. I want you with me all the time.โ€ Thatโ€™s when you can no longer look him in the eyes and you begin to sob.
โ€œAwe donโ€™t cry! Y/N please donโ€™t cry Iโ€™m not even proposing, yet!โ€ He laughs, and you look up at him with wide eyes.
โ€œWait, no! Iโ€™m not going to propose right now, I meantโ€”Iโ€”I mean Iโ€™m not proposing yet as in I will in the near future. Wellโ€”no notโ€”not ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ as in in a minute. I mean near as inโ€”โ€œ
โ€œStiles, please continue.โ€ You laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder briefly.
He smiles, โ€œOkay, you know what Iโ€™m just gonna get to it now.โ€ He says, skipping his monologue and digging into his pocket to pull out a little jewelry box.
โ€œLoving you is easy, you make my life easy Y/N. And I know that you donโ€™t really like gifts and this in no way represents all that you mean to me, because you mean a lot more to me than a ring. But, I just wanted to get you something special.โ€ He babbles, handing you the little jewelry box.
You open it up to see a ring, with a little gray rock in the center. โ€œ๐˜–๐˜ฉ, ๐˜š๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s a promise ring, you know, something special until I can replace it.โ€ He says, taking the ring from your hands to slide it onto your ring finger.
You hold it up for you both to admire, tears still staining you cheeks.
โ€œItโ€™s a rock from the playground where we met.โ€ He adds, โ€œYou know, something with actual meaning. I didnโ€™t want to just buy some random ring, just felt tacky.โ€ He says, and youโ€™re in complete awe of his attention to detail.
You let out a little laugh, though your eyes still hold tears. โ€œIs this why my mom asked me for my ring size a month ago?โ€ You asked, dumbfounded.
Stiles chuckles, โ€œYeah, yeah I had her help me.โ€
โ€œStiles,โ€ You sob, looking into his auburn eyes as they glisten in the starlight. Stiles doesnโ€™t let you finish, instead pulling you to his chest for a tight hug. He wraps his strong arms around your waist, and you wrap yours around his. You sob into his chest.
โ€œJeez I knew youโ€™d cry, but I didnโ€™t think you were this much of a cry baby.โ€ He cracks a joke into the crook of your neck, laughing. You giggle, holding him tighter.
โ€œI love you so much, Stiles.โ€
โ€œI love you. A lot, actually.โ€
โ€œLoving you is easy too.โ€
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Florence's Masterlist of hot guys
I'd love to hear any requests that you may have for these five actors and the character that they portray!! ๐Ÿ’‹โ™ฅ๏ธ
Gilbert Blythe
๐“‡ผJealousy
Dylan Oโ€™brien
๐“‡ผRaindrop Romance and Puppy Dog Eyes
๐“‡ผ My Flannel
๐“‡ผIgnored ignorance
๐“‡ผI love you
๐“‡ผFuck it
Timothรฉe Chalametย 
๐“‡ผHair dye
๐“‡ผOnly one bed
๐“‡ผPeach Boy
๐“‡ผPretty boy
๐“‡ผWorries and apologiesย 
๐“‡ผBooks, pillow talks, and an attention-craving boy
๐“‡ผSleepy
๐“‡ผYou're stuck with me
๐“‡ผHair tie
๐“‡ผStop taking your hands out of mine
๐“‡ผCigarettes
Cillian Murphyย 
๐“‡ผHaunted house
Andrew Garfieldย 
๐“‡ผDo I make you nervous?
๐“‡ผP.s I love you
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sub!stiles & jeep sex
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pent up sex
crybaby!reader & dumbification
hand holding
filthy words
casual dominance
first time
void!stiles x brat!reader
spoiled!reader
toddler!reader is proud of her drawing
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And They Were Twins
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Anonymous Request: Hi! Could you do an angsty, kinda Twin! Reader x brother best friend! Stiles? Where Scottโ€™s not been a great brother and is never there for her, and Stiles notices and confronts him. (I swear I donโ€™t want Scott to be evil; I just had a lightbulb moment today).
Summary: Being twins has its ups and downs. For you, it mainly consists of multiple 'downs'. You and Scott, your twin, were always close growing up, but since starting high school, he changed. He began not supporting you, not attending your track meets, and just overall not being there for you. Your best friend, Stiles, takes notice of it and doesn't hesitate to confront Scott, his other best friend.
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Y/N/N: Your Nick Name
You're a part of Beacon Hills' track team ;)
Warnings: slight language
Stiles Stilinski x-reader
(Third Person View)
Y/N stood in front of the mirror, putting her hair away from her face. She had exactly one hour until she had to leave for her track meet. Y/N overslept a bit but managed to wake up before her mom got mad at her. Y/N adjusted the strap of her tank top. Her mom lightly knocked on her door.
"Yeah?" Y/N grabbed the maroon headband from her vanity. Melissa, Y/N and Scott's mother, opened the door. "Hey, ready for the meet?" she asked. Y/N nodded and pulled out a few strands of hair, so it framed her face. Melissa leaned against the frame of the door with her arms crossed.
She smiled at her daughter, admiring as Y/N quickly applied some makeup, not that she needed it. Y/N looked up at her mother and noticed her expression. "What?" she said. Melissa sighed and stood up straight. "Scott isn't able to make it to your meet," she said. Y/N's shoulders dropped at the news.
That would've been the fourth meet that Scott has missed. It seemed as of lately that he was never at her events. Like, when she had a choir concert her freshmen year, Scott never showed up. Or, when she won an award at a school program, Scott wasn't there.
Now, it was their senior year, and Scott continued. Stiles was really the only one who noticed, but Y/N insisted that it was fine, stating that she was used to it at this point. It didn't matter that she and Scott were the same age, Y/N looked up to Scott in a way.
But now, she was beginning to question if she should be looking up to him. "Oh," was all Y/N had to say. "I'm sorry," her mother said. Y/N smiled softly and went back to getting herself ready. Melissa kissed her daughter on the forehead.
Y/N's phone vibrated from beside her. Stiles' silly face popped up on the screen, telling Y/N that he messaged her:
Billinski: Hey! Good luck today. Me and my dad are on our way.
Y/N: Great!
Billinski: Is Scott coming?
Y/N: No
Bilinski: Y/N/N, that's like the fifth time.
Y/N: Fourth time
Bilinski: Doesn't matter
Bilinski: We'll see you there tho!
She smiled at his messages and put her phone down, getting up from her vanity. Y/N grabbed her bag, dropping an extra pair of clothes and some other things she thought she might need. Her mother was waiting in the living room, playing some random game on her phone.
"Ready," Y/N said, slipping on her sneakers. Melissa grabbed her purse, and the two of them set off to the rival school. Y/N sat in the passenger seat, wishing that Scott was sitting in the back, but part of her knew that would never happen.
It didn't take long till they pulled into the parking lot. Y/N got out first, telling her mom that she'd see her later. Y/N joined her friends on the side where their coach waited patiently. Sally and Becca, Y/N's teammates, high-fived Y/N as they walked over.
Their coach gave them his normal pep talk, reminding them who was doing each event. Y/N was happy that she was doing hurdles and distance medley, two things she was good at. A few minutes passed and it was time for the meet to start.
Y/N stood in her spot. Her friends stood on either side of her. She spotted her mom, Stiles, Mr. Stilinski, and Lydia in the stands. Stiles gave Y/N a thumbs up while Lydia screamed Y/N's name. Y/N smiled and turned her head to the man on the side.
He raised his hand, and the race started, beginning with the distance medley. Y/N started off slow before gaining enough speed to run past her opponents. She breathed in and out, controlling her breathing when she began to feel her legs ache. The end of the medley came, landing her in tenth place.
She rested her hands on her hips, catching her breath. Her family and friends cheered her on from the stands. Sally, Becca, and Y/N exchanged a fist bump before turning their attention to the other events. Next came the hurdles, Y/N's second and last event of the meet.
Y/N took a quick sip of her water before joining the other girls. She let out a heavy sigh, positioning herself like she always did. Then the whistle blew, and everyone was off. She jumped over each hurdle, careful not to brush the top. Y/N thought she was careful enough, but her foot collided with the top of the hurdle.
She stumbled forward, her arms meeting the track before the hurdle fell on her leg. The cheering of the crowd paused, along with everyone who was running the event. Y/N winced, trying to get the hurdle off her leg. Her coach and the nurse ran over to where Y/N sat.
The nurse set a hand on Y/N's shoulder, looking at her ankle. "Okay, honey, let's get you up," the nurse said. Y/N winced when she was lifted from the ground with the help of the nurse and her coach. Melissa didn't hesitate to run down the bleachers with the others following.
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(Later At The Hospital. Third Person View)
Y/N laid on the hospital bed, her leg elevated. She hadn't realized how hard she hit her foot and leg on the hurdle, mainly focusing on how it felt to have everyone's eyes on her once she fell. Stiles and Lydia hadn't left Y/N's side since they arrived at the hospital.
Her mother was out speaking with the doctor. Thankfully, it didn't appear that Y/N had been severely injured, but it still landed her with a low chance of participating in another track meet or practice.
"How're you feeling?" Lydia asked.
Y/N sighed and shrugged her shoulders. Stiles walked into the room with some snacks in hand. "Okay, the cafeteria didn't have many options, but I got the ones that I think you'd like," he said.
Stiles dropped the snacks at the table and passed a bag to Y/N. She chuckled, opening the bag of chips. "Any news?" he asked. "Not yet. Mrs. McCall is out speaking with the doctor," Lydia answered. Stiles nodded and sat on the bed, making sure he didn't sit on Y/N's foot.
They sat in silence for a bit, listening to the TV in the background. Lydia had put on a terrible Soap Drama but insisted that it was worth the watch. "Have you heard from Scott?" Lydia asked. Y/N sighed again, shaking her head in response. Lydia nodded and didn't say anything, knowing that it wouldn't do well.
Of course, Scott hadn't responded to Y/N's calls or messages. Melissa was pissed, to say the least, even leaving her son different messages and phone calls. Y/N couldn't help but notice Stiles' demeanor change when she answered with just a nod.
He let out a long sigh and threw the half-eaten chip bag into the trash. Stiles grabbed his sweatshirt from the chair, taking out his keys and phone. "Stiles, where are you going?" Lydia asked him. "I'll be back," he said.
"Stiles," Y/N spoke. He looked over his shoulder at Y/N, his face softening at the sight of her expression. He walked over and lightly kissed her forehead. "I'll be right back. I just gotta deal with something real quick," he said. And then he left, confusing both Y/N and Lydia. Lydia shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in the chair.
Meanwhile, Stiles had surprisingly found Y/N's brother. He didn't know what he was going to say to Scott, but he knew what he was feeling, which was frustration. Stiles got out of his Jeep and walked over to the Lacrosse field.
There Scott stood, practicing with Isaac on the other side of the field. "Scott!" Stiles shouted. They stopped what they were doing to turn their attention to Stiles. Scott's brows furrowed with arms swaying from side to side, a hand still holding his Lacrosse Stick.
"I need to talk to you," Stiles said.
Scott looked at Isaac and then back to Stiles, whose brows were raised. "Can't it wait?" Scott remarked. "No," Stiles shook his head. Isaac left the two of them, making his way over to the locker room. It was silent for a second before Stiles broke that pause.
"What the hell is your problem?"
Scott turned to Stiles, his brows now furrowed. He dropped the Lacrosse stick to cross his arms. "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" Stiles continued. Scott never responded. His arms crossed and brows furrowed said it all.
"Why aren't you ever there for Y/N?" Stiles said, "She does everything for you, yet you do nothing. Like, you missed her track meet for the fourth time. And, now, she's in the hospital. And, you would be there if you had known that."
Scott's face changed suddenly. Since starting high school, as usual with most teenagers, Scott's life changed but more unique than others. With everything that happened to him, Scott never realized how much of an impact it had on the people around him. And now, his twin sister was in the hospital.
Instead of him being in his own world, he'd actually be there for Y/N. Stiles watched as Scott thought to himself. "You're not even gonna say anything? I guess everything that I've said hasn't even made its way into your thick skull," Stiles remarked. Stiles left Scott on the field alone. He got back into his Jeep and headed to the hospital.
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(Later)
"Good news, Ms. McCall," Doctor Williams said, standing beside the bed. Melissa held her daughter's hand as they listened to the doctor's update. "There doesn't appear to be anything severe. I would keep an eye out on it, it'll swell, but that should go down in a couple weeks," he said, "In the meantime, try to keep less pressure on it."
Dr. Williams explained a bit, stating that there would be a few bruises. Y/N smiled and sighed in relief. It would be a bit before she can join her track friends. Melissa left the room to sign out and get any medication that Y/N might need.
Scott walked down the hallway in his own thoughts. He felt guilty for not knowing about his sister's position. Scott lightly knocked on the door after finding out what room Y/N was in. She turned away from the conversation with Lydia and Stiles.
Her twin brother cleared his throat, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. Stiles looked at Scott, a small smile appearing on his face when he knew that he had gotten through to Scott. He patted Scott on the shoulder as he left the room with Lydia behind him.
"Hey," Scott spoke softly. His sister sat up so Scott had more room to sit. He cleared his throat and broke the awkward pause. "I'm sorry, I don't know if it's too late," Scott said, "But I'm sorry for not being there."
He played with the frayed edge of his jacket. "I've been a complete asshole, and I know that," Scott said, "I guess... ever since I was bitten, everything around me changed. And that doesn't excuse what I've done to you and our friends, especially you."
Y/N softly smiled at her brother's apology. "And I promise that I'm going to be better, Y/N/N. I'm sorry, I really am," Scott finished. She set a hand on his shoulder.
Her action let Scott know that she accepted his apology. He was surprised that she even accepted it, but he was glad. She leaned over and hugged him. Scott sighed, hugging his sister tightly. "I love you, Y/N/N," Scott said. "Love you too," Y/N smiled.
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Allergies (Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf)
Summary โ€” Stiles isnโ€™t very good at Valentineโ€™s Day.
Warnings & Other Tags โžณ Fluff; apologetic Stiles; Reader is allergic to classic holiday gifts; kissing; mentions of sex.
Notes โžณ โ€˜Canโ€™t Stop the Loveโ€™ Event (4/14) โžณ Word Count is 484.ย  โžณ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). โžณย โ€œIโ€™m allergic to chocolate... and roses...โ€
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Stiles really shouldโ€™ve listened to Scott.
He had spent all week preparing for the most romantic day of the year. It would be his first Valentineโ€™s Day with you. And as much as Stiles would normally complain about how the holiday was only used to sell oversized plushies, he found himself sparing no expense.
Everything was perfect.
Each of his friends had come over to his house only an hour prior, helping him get everything ready. Lydia and Malia were baking heart-shaped cookies. (Though, if one were to peep into the kitchen, they could tell that it was mostly Lydia doing the work.) Melissa, Scottโ€™s mom, had even sent over some of her famous pasta, which Stiles deeply appreciated since he often lacked in the culinary department.
Scott, meanwhile, was helping him set up the living room. The room was complete with a comfortable blanket, pillows, fairy lights, your favorite snacks, and a stack of movies. However, as Stiles put a box of chocolates on the blanket and began dropping rose petals around the room, Scott raised his eyebrows.
โ€œYou sure thatโ€™s a good idea?โ€
โ€œWhy wouldnโ€™t it be?โ€
โ€œArenโ€™t they allergic to those?โ€
Stiles paused in his movements. Looking at Scott, he furrowed his eyebrows, and scoffed,ย โ€œWhatโ€™re you talking about? I think Iโ€™d know if they were allergic to flowers and chocolates! Besides, I donโ€™t think theyโ€™ll be too focused on this stuff when weโ€™reโ€”โ€
โ€œOkay!โ€ interrupted Scott, holding up his hands to stop his friend.ย โ€œDude, no offense, but I really donโ€™t wanna hear about your sex life.โ€
Stiles shrugged with a teasing smirk,ย โ€œYour loss.โ€
It actually ended up being a loss on his part instead since Stiles was finally realizing that maybe, just maybe, Scott had been right.
When you arrived at his house, you paused in the doorway of the living room. Stiles, assuming you were taking in the sight of theย โ€˜most romantic date everโ€™, as he had put it, puffed out his chest with a prideful smirk.
Standing behind you, he ran his fingertips along your arms and leaned his head against your shoulder. He used his hand to gently tilt your head and expose the expanse of your neck.
With widened pupils and a smirk, Stiles began trailing a line of kisses along your skin, only stopping to whisper in your ear,ย โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong, baby? Would you rather skip dinner?โ€
He was forced to pause in his efforts at seduction when you turned your face into your elbow and let out a sneeze. Sniffling, you sighed, โ€œStiles, Iโ€™m sorryโ€”โ€
You sneezed again.
โ€œIโ€™m allergic to chocolateโ€”โ€
Another sneeze.
โ€œAnd roses...โ€
With those words, you were left in your boyfriendโ€™s kitchen for the next hour, sneezing up a storm as he ran back and forth through his house, tossing chocolate boxes and handfuls of rose petals into his backyard.
Maybe he could try again next year.
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